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Nikolai Lannister

The Kingslayer Nik..he is a painter. A painter who only uses red.

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

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All animals with claws, can rip apart skin, with teeth sharp as saws and bloodlust within. They all hunt in packs. Their intent is the same: Watch their brothers’ back, Bring their fathers no shame. So tell me once more, Which beast has the right to complain of the gore that’s spilt in the night. When death is the same in day or in dark, It still stakes a claim and it still leaves a mark. So a wolf has no place as a lion’s judge when the blood on his face Is more than a smudge.




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Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: Made at 41 in the 10th century making him 1,012 years old

Nicknames: Nik, Kingslayer, Oathbreaker, The Lion of Lannister, Knight and Commander.

Occupation: Knight of the Kingsguard originally, now he is unemployed.

Pack/Coven Name: Dubois Coven






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Height:6'2"

Weight:194 lbs

Build:fit

Hair Color:blonde

Eye Color:bright green flecked with gold

Scars?: none

Brief Written Description:Nikolai has the quintessential Lannister look, with bright green eyes and golden hair. He is considered to be extremely handsome, his tall frame complemented with comely features and a smile that cuts like a knife.

Clothing Preference: He prefers to wear dress shirts in his family colors, red, white, or gold. He always dresses sharply and clean, suit and tie or dress shirts and slacks. Whatever he is wearing, he is never without his distinctive lion's head pin made from solid Gold on his chest.




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Skills: He is trained in weapons(two-handed sword, battle axe, mace, dagger, lance) and warfare from being a knight in life. As an old vampire he has had centuries to hone his vampiric abilities as well. His two 'gifts' are extreme compulsion and a potent narcotic, euphoric, addictive saliva. One bite from him and you're begging for more.

Quirks: He tends to run his hands through his hair when he is confused.

Likes:
  • Lions
  • expensive clothing and furniture
  • refined and cultured vampires
  • killing
  • battle
  • sex


Dislikes:
  • Werewolves
  • being commanded
  • dirtying his suits
  • losing
  • meek or timid people
  • human food

Fears:
  • being over powered
  • losing his good looks(aka losing a hand, leg, or being facially scarred. He'd rather die)
  • hunters


Written description: Nikolai comes across as a cocky, snide bastard with a lion's share of confidence. Growing up he had more privilege than you could shake a stick at. Being waited on hand-and-foot and being taught that everything was 'Lannister above all else' honed his selfishness. He's sly and sarcastic and acerbic, and doesn't mind ruthlessly cutting down others to get what he wants — it's simply lucky that he's never wanted for anything in his entire damn life. Because he has done reprehensible acts he has such a bad reputation, everything he says is usually cast in the worst possible light. An offhand joke is taken as a grave threat by others, just because it is spoken by the Kingslayer. And as for honor, Nikolai took his Kingsgaurd vows, but when they conflicted, he choose a course of action and followed it to its conclusion, no matter the consequence. He's never bothered about his public reputation or fretted about what people think of him; he simply is. He wields a constant smirk and looks perpetually bemused by some secret joke (and he'll gladly share it with you, and it's likely at your expense). But family is important to him more than anything: Nik genuinely loved his mother and sister and tried to look out for them though he doesn't know how best to navigate in emotional waters. Nik was a mother's son, forever living in his father Tywin's shadow but never being quite good enough for the man, though he tried and hoped and listened.





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Relationship Status: Single

Brief History:Nik was the son of lady Joanna and Lord Tywin Lannister, head of House Lannister, the richest man in europe. At age nine, he lost his mother, who died giving birth to his younger sister Cersei. Two years later, while a squire, he won his first tourney melee. At the age of fifteen, Nik was knighted. A moon's turn later, Nik was raised to the Kingsguard, making him the youngest Knight to ever to be raised to the order.

During Nik's time in the Kingsguard, King Aerys's growing insanity and attendant cruelty became more and more apparent, and Nik found himself conflicted and troubled by many of the King's actions. One night, he and Ser Jon Darry stood guard outside Queen Rhaella's bedchamber while Aerys raped and ravaged her. Nik commented to Darry that they were sworn to protect the Queen as well, to which Darry replied "We are, but not from him." He had a similar reaction to the execution of two knights, and was reminded by Ser Gerold Hightower that he swore a vow to guard the king, not to judge him. Nik coped with much of Aerys's cruelty by "going away inside". He genuinely believes this advice, as a way to deal with a harsh reality and making an appalling task tolerable.

As a Rebellion against the mad king grew, eventually Nik was the only White Cloak in the capital.

The Lannister armies marched to the gates of King's Landing, once inside, Tywin began the Sack of King's Landing. In response, Aerys commanded Nik to bring him his father's head and to burn his own castle to the ground. Instead Nik returned to the Iron Throne then slew Aerys, plunging his sword into the Mad King's back.

Aerys' corpse lay at the base of the Iron Throne when Lord Tywin's men came into the hall and discovered what Nik had done.

Nik was pardoned by the new king, King Robert I Baratheon for killing the old king and Nik continued to serve in the Kingsguard. Robert also gave him the name Kingslayer. Though reviled by the realm for his betrayal, Nik considers the slaying of Aerys to be his finest act. His true motivation for killing King Aerys remained unknown to the masses. What also remained unknown to the masses was that King Robert was a vampire, he turned every member of his kingsguard into vampires as well, taking them into his secret fold.

After decades of ruling, Roberts subjects began to take note of his unaging and soon suspected vampirism. The people stormed the castle, decapitating humans and vampire alike. Robert was slain before Nik could get to him in time so he fled to Casterly rock to find his family in the hopes of turning them so they could live out eternity together. Well Nik turned his sibling but not before he realized his father, Lord Tywin had led the rebellion into Roberts castle to slay his son and the king. Tywin returned home and killed Cerceri before Nik killed him.





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Nik went centuries without anyone, killing and feeding as he pleased with a hole in his chest where his heart used to be, but he eventually could stand it no longer. In 1987 he came across a young redhead bound and her mouth taped shut, riddled with cuts and bleeding out, left for dead. It had been so long since he had sired his sister that when he attempted to turn Gabby he had to flee to keep from draining her dry. Once he trusted himself again he returned to the area to find her but she was gone. The Kingslayer had never found a trace of his missing child.

Nik took it as a sign from the universe he was not meant to have family and continued on, living out eternity lonely. He was friends with many different coven leaders but never lived within one for more than a decade as even his own kind feared his ruthlessness and ferocity. Now he comes to Belligstone to give the local coven a shot. He wrote the coven leader informing her of his intent to which she replied he was welcome to come and join them.

So begins...

Nikolai Lannister's Story

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Every shadow seemed darker, each sound more ominous. The trees pressed close and shut out the bright light of the sun. A thin crust of snow cracked beneath her leather boots with a sound like breaking bones. When the wind set the leaves to rustling, it was like a chilly finger tracing a path up Nika's spine. The cold steel of the hatchet in her hand was soothing, though it was not her weapon of choice. Decapitating a vampire was one of the best ways to go but when you possessed the kind of arsenal that Nika did, a hatchet seemed bland. For a moment she considered doubling back and fetching Sebastain, she had only left him moments ago when she saw this man dart into the forest with inhuman speed, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Nika Boronina was a fighter, and she would not call on some man to help her.

The wood was silent, but it was an eerie sort of silence; like before a storm. Then as if he was an apparition, a man appeared before her. I say appeared because even though Nika had been staring at that cluster of dougless firs just a moment ago, she had not seen his approach. His hair was like the threads of gold, as luminous as the sun's intensest beam. His smile was devilishly wicked, and sharp like a knife. The golden glimmer of his Lion's Head pin was an incongruous twinkle against his blood red dress shirt. He just cocked his head to the side curiously. "You're awfully pretty." He purred. Memories of Mikhail swam in her minds eye, her torture and rape making her body quiver. "Go to Hell Fanger." She exclaimed.

The man never leapt, in fact Nika never even saw him move. In an instant he was on top of her, his arms pinning her to the ground, his body hovering of hers. Nika couldn't wriggle free so she improvised and head butted the vampire. It was like running into a brick wall. She saw stars. The man laughed and gave her enough room to spring free. toying with her like a cat would a mouse. Nika leapt up and immediately fell back down, too dizzy to keep her balance. "Pretty and stupid..." He laughed some more. Nika had no intention of running. She was still on all fours, trying to shake the double vision she was having when she saw her out shining in the snow to her left. She gripped the hatchet with both hands and whipped it around. "Eat steel you bastard!" It should have struck the man square in the face but he caught it in his hand instead and ripped it away from her. He snarled like a wild cat, his face contorted with rage. Obviously he had been caught off guard and it didn't make him any more complacent. He wrapped his hands around her throat, his dazziling white teeth scrapping her soft flesh.

"Look at me, in the eyes." The command in his voice demanded obedience, she was being compelled. Nika tore at his skin in agitation, nails digging, desperate to think of a way to refuse. Finally she slumped, knowing there was no true way to deny him. No one denied him. “Please,” she whispered brokenly, “Don't-Don't...” Nika was fearless, Nika was strong, but now Nika was broken. The hastily glued together pieces of her psyche shattered like a fragile glass wall. The scars on her back tingled with the horrid memories of her life as Mikhail's slave. He merely watched her with his verdant eyes, awaiting her inevitable concession. Death was nothing if not patient. "Do not struggle. Do not fight." She didn't.

The vampire Nicolai Lannister drained her, savoring the coppery taste of life. He stood and wiped his mouth on his bare forearm, and looked down at his work. The girls eyes were frozen open in her last moments. Her dead body seemed to be staring straight at the heavens, as if pleading for help from God himself....

3 hours later....


The Cassidy twins raced through the forest, laughter ringing through the trees, brown ringlets of hair bouncing gaily. "Wait up!" Lydia Cassidy called after her sister right before she tripped over something buried in the fallen snow.

A great gash in the side of the corpses neck opened like a mouth, crusted with dried blood. Only a few ropes of pale tendon still attached the head to the neck. Her flesh was blanched white as milk, blossoms of hard cracked blood decorated the mortal wounds that covered her like a rash, breasts and groin and throat. Nika's eyes were still wide open. They stared up at the sky, green as emeralds but unseeing.

The little girl screamed...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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The pair of immortals strolled together in the mid-day sun, the luxurious chill of winter curbing the heat but not the sudden brightness. The town was clean and thriving, drenched in intense light(intense to his eyes at least). The gentle breeze moved in from the placid snow dunes, across the margin of azure-tinted ice, to cool the smooth wide pavements full of happy mortal individuals. The massive deciduous trees threw out their primitive limbs to cover the broad and carefully tended streets. It was picturesque, but far from where Nik wanted to be. He chuckled at her impatience. "This way little fire-cracker." He cooed, pressing the knuckle of his index finger to his smiling lips. He led the way, pace leisurely but quick all at the same time. They were silent as the traversed to his living accommodations, giving him plenty of time to focus on his musings.

He did genuinely hope to impress her with his 'setup'. It was far from Casterly rock standards, but then again, where would one even find a castle in this day and age, on this continent? He shook his blonde mane. This house, no, this mansion would have to suffice. He also hoped she had brought her appetite too. He had a throng of lovely little feeders waiting back his current abode. He always kept a bevy of women on hand at his beck and call like some tacky Anne Rice vampire, but he couldn't be made to care. The thought of feeding drifted his mind back to earlier that morning....he had a Big-Game Hunt, an unseasonal Easter feast after a Lent of starvation-the pursuit of one of those splendid human trophies whose gruesome modus operandi was shared amongst his kind, a being anointed in her anonymity with a flashy name by the worshipful gossips in the immortal world: "The Russian Ripper." Nikolai Lannister lusted after such killers! And that dawn, the pleasure was his of finishing her illustrious vampire hunting career in a dark cruel embrace, without a scintilla of moral illumination.

Sooner than he realized they were breaching upon the manor, having walked all the way through the small town to the outskirts where the old widowed woman lived whose home he had taken for his own. The mansion sat silent in its great park of ancient oaks, with its sloped rooftops and vast lawns blanketed in deep pristine snow. It was a handsome four-story edifice full of lead-mullioned windows, and chimneys ever sending their winding plumes of smoke into the sky. A place of dark wood-paneled libraries and parlors, bedrooms with coffered ceilings, thick burgundy carpets, and dining rooms as spacious as those of a palace. And then there were the various archival treasures that Nik had brought there himself. Paintings, statues, tapestries, antique furnishings and ornaments-all of which he had acquired over a millennia of living and upon which he placed no monetary value, for the historical and scholarly value far exceeded any appraisal which could be made. His library collection alone was worth a king's ransom in any earthly currency. There were manuscripts in all languages, indeed some from the famous old library of Alexandria burnt centuries ago, and others from the libraries of the martyred Cathars, whose culture was no more. There were texts from ancient Egypt for a glimpse of which archeologists would cheerfully commit murder. There were texts by preternatural beings of several known species, including vampires. There were letters and documents in these archives which had even been written by him. All of this and more, and she had yet to see it. Only able to take in the outer shell until she stepped inside. "Welcome home my sweet." He purred, enjoying the look upon her surprised face. "Everything that is mine, is yours." He swept his arm out in front of her in a gesture meant to let her take lead.

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Caro moved behind him, wrapping her arms securly around his waist, her face resting softly on his shoulder. Sam felt her place a soft kiss on his shoulder blade, and a smile broke out onto his face, despite the situation. She had always had that effect on him, even from the first moment they met. Something she said, or an expression she made, anything could bring a smile to his face. She was completely infectious. “I’m gonna go and check on Aunt Nettie first, I don’t like the idea of her being out in that cabin by herself.” He sighed, knowing she wasn't the damsel in distress he often wished she was. She was strong and determined. His eyebrows furrowed, but her next words calmed his worries. “Once I get her we’ll go straight to the diner, I promise.” He turned to face her, hands moving to gently cup her face.

"Okay, my love," he said, leaning forward and placing a small kiss on her forehead. "I'll see you soon." He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tightly for a few moments. He released her and walked out from behind the bar to the front door, grabbing the handle and pulling it open. He turned around once more to get a glimpse of her, giving her one last smile and a wave. Then he was standing on the sidewalk outside, and he turned to head back to the diner. He jogged the entire way back, nervous about the news he had received. Unlike most of his pack, all Sam wished for was peace. He didn't want to believe it was just a vampire going on a rampage killing humans. Hell, it could have been a hunter attempting to kill them and it was only self defense. Until all the facts were straight, he wasn't going to make any assumptions.

It didn't take him long to reach the diner, and he threw the door open, entering into the overwhelming smell of delicious food. His eyes scanned the building, washing over the many patrons. No one looked particularly frightened. Perhaps news of the death hadn't traveled throughout the town yet. He forced himself to appear relaxed, before locating Axel and making his way towards the man. Surprisingly, he was talking to a woman Sam had never even seen before. Yet she was oozing sex appeal and seemed to be making all the right moves. Although Axel's back was to him, he could read the Alpha's body language. He was obviously attracted to her, and his demeanor was flirtatious in nature.

The sight made him pause. Perhaps Axel wouldn't be so upset to find out about Sam and Caroline after all. Hell, Axel was in a 'relationship' of sorts, yet here he was openly flirting with another woman in plain sight. He made a note in the back of his mind to attempt to talk to Axel about his predicament. Perhaps his best friend would be more understanding than Sam feared. Realizing he had stopped walking, and was just standing a few steps from the door, he forced his legs to move over to the counter.

More shocking than Axel flirting with another woman was the fact that Leanna was still present in the diner, only feet away from the scene. Hell, Sam thought Axel was slightly more smooth than that. He felt truly sorry for Leanna, knowing how much she actually craved love. She didn't exactly have the best history, and Sam faintly wondered if Axel had ever truly tried to love Leanna. He assumed not.

Instead of interrupting Axel in his pursuits, he approached Leanna instead. He would try to comfort her, or perhaps just distract her from the sight of Axel and the mysterious woman. He didn't know why, but he had a soft spot in his heart for Leanna. Perhaps it was because he knew how his best friend really was, and the fact that Leanna deserved to be happy. Like he and Caroline were. She probably deserved better than him, if he was truly honest with himself. Of course he loved his best friend, but he could also admit Axel's faults better than the Alpha could himself.

When he was next to Leanna, he finally recognized the man standing before her. Albrecht, Axel's older brother, and the previous Alpha of the Wolff pack. He and Leanna had been engaged, once. Hell, he had probably just walked into a more awkward situation than interrupting Axel and the brunette. Damn. Well, he'd have to play it off as not awkward. "Ho-ly shit," he said, emphasizing the two syllables of the word holy. "Albrecht, it's been a long time, man." He held out his hand, in hopes Albrecht would shake it.





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Gabby's maker took the lead, and she followed next to him. Their entire walk was in silence, and she wished she could hear his thoughts. He was entirely unreadable, something that was already beginning to irk her beyond belief. After gaining all of her vampiric abilities, and living even her short life so far, she had gained a particular ability to be able to know how someone was feeling, almost know what they were thinking. Yet this man was complete mystery. And his personality was so completely all over the place that she had a hard time even understanding what sort of man he was. Sure, he appeared charming and suave, yet she had a faint suspicion that was only because he wanted her to see that side of him.

Before long, they had reached the outskirts of town, and without realizing she sucked in a huge breath at the appearance of a building that appeared as if it was from a fairy tale. An astounding four story building that probably had more rooms than Gabby had ever seen in her life. She stopped in her tracks, in awe of everything her eyes were taking in. "No way..." she whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. "Welcome home my sweet," Nikolai spoke, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the building in front of her. Home... he had said, and the word struck her heart with a sharp pain. She hadn't felt at home anywhere since she had been turned. It didn't even need to be a place, no person had made her feel like family.

"Everything that is mine, is yours." His arm swept out in an elegant motion, gesturing to the large property before the pair of them. She walked in front of him, up the steps leading to the front door. Upon opening it, she was once again struck with the feeling of awe. Luxuriousness hit her squarely in the face. Everything was dark, from the deep brown wood to the burgundy carpets. And it was all bathed in a dull, yellow glow. She took a few steps inside, yet it all felt suffocating to her. How would she ever be able to call this place home? It felt like a museum, not a house. Certainly not a home. She had only been inside the house for a few moments, yet she found herself backstepping out onto the porch. She gulped in large breaths of the cool air, even though her lungs didn't need even an ounce of it.

Her brain finally started to process everything she had been through the past few hours. This was absolutely insane. She had known this man for only a speck of her life, and she was following him blindly. She knew nothing about him, besides the fact that he had made her. And now she was going to foolishly go live with him straight away? She had been raised to have more sense than what she was currently portraying. "I need to take a walk," she said, almost breathlessly. "I just need to think about everything. Please..." she said, before turning and walking down the steps out to the street once more.

Once out of sight of the mansion, she began to relax, the tension almost melting away. She had no idea where her legs were taking her, but she let them lead her anyway. Was she supposed to trust this stranger, just because he had made her? She wasn't completely sure. After walking for what seemed like an endless amount of time, she stopped and looked up at her surroundings. She was standing among many large Victorian-style houses in the residential area of Bellingstone. The sight made her cringe slightly, since they somewhat reminded her of the mansion she had just ran away from.

After many moments, she realized there was a figure sitting out on the porches of one of the houses. It took her even longer to realize she recognized the face. She was surely acting more like a human than vampire right now. Her mind was moving at a snail's pace. She approached the man, even though she had no real reason. "Sterling, hey.." she said, and she realized her voice was quavering slightly. She honestly didn't know much about the man before her. He tended to stick to himself, only leaving his house on brief occasions. They were in the same coven, yet had only had perhaps a handful of conversations. He was interesting and mysterious, yet in a completely different way than Nikolai. "Can I join you... or are you busy?"

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"I need to take a walk, I just need to think about everything. Please..."

His smile faltered, lips slipping back over his dazzling bright whites. His words stuck in his throat like oddly shaped blocks so that all he could do was nod in response. With that gesture, she turned and all but ran down the street leaving a confused and disparaged Nikolai in her wake. He dejectedly crossed over the threshold, shutting the heavy oak door behind him, before resting his forehead against the cool wood. His feeding girls were enjoying one another's company in the sitting room off to the right, and the air rang with laughter and cheaply sentimental ballads—but also with silence: a thick, watchful silence that swam beneath the noise and merriment like water under oil. His lip curled into a sneer as he stormed in the next room to greet them harshly. "Go and make yourselves presentable, stop lounging about like you have nothing better to do! We are to have very important company in a few minutes. Go, now!" he commanded, his usually lovely English purr transforming into a feral growl. They scrambled over themselves to get to the sprawling stair case, tripping over one another as they kept their fearful gazes on his fury marred face. He was taking his anger out on them, his group of living blood bags he had brought with him from every state he had taken to visiting. They weren't under compulsion, no, they were addicted to the venom of his bite. Drug addicts through and through, various attractive and very tawdrily clad females of a certain persuasion, but addicts still. The only one of them who truly required his compulsion was the woman who's house he had commandeered.

The older woman shuffled into the room with a distant, lost gaze and out of place smile, her coffee stained teeth peaking out from behind her thin lips. "Anything I can do for you dear, you seem upset?" She wasn't looking directly at him, the compelled ones never did, but rather, past him, as if something beautiful must have lied just beyond his sight. "Yes." He spoke curtly, sighing through his nose. "The girls have gone upstairs to get ready but made a mess in here, do clean it up quickly, please." She nodded obligingly and scooted about the room, tidying up the ground zero of their celebration as Nikolai strode from the room with a still ireful gate, gnashing his teeth.

ImageLiving Nik had been vibrant and animated with a carefully controlled charisma; he used his natural gifts like weapons, felling his detractors one by one. But he couldn't help but feel that Vampiric Nik had to be colorless, sad and pathetic, echoing back the memories of living in a dull monotone. Why had she left? Was she overwhelmed? Under whelmed? Had he chosen the wrong house? What would she have preferred? He wrestled with these questions as he took a seat in the nearest velvet armchair, stretching one of his long legs out, sliding down in his seat, and resting his mouth against the knuckles of his hand atop the chairs arm.

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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"We are fine...So, what are we doing today? Are you going to show me some cool vampire tricks or something?" Nik's smile grew, not in width but in warmth, his anger having passed. "I have so much I'd like to teach you my little fire flower, that much I am sure of... " He affectionately explained. "but for now, lets stick to the basic's. I'm very old, you see, and if I were to go about teaching you everything I know, we'd be at work for the better part of a century." Nikolai chuckled as he circled his progeny like a bird of prey would animal decay, eyes evaluating every inch of her. “Now tell me, what gifts do you possess?” He slowed in his pace at the look of utter embarrassment that crossed over her features, Gabby catching her lower lip in her teeth. “Oh...you haven't discerned that yet, have you?” He notes more than asks, his brow arching as he tucked his hands into his slack pockets and came to a complete stop. “All the better, we can discover that together.”

ImageNikolai's inhumanly sharp and unchanging eyes were unnerving as he languidly tossed them toward the open doorway. “Crystal, my dear, your presence is required in the drawing room.” He sang, voice never raising above casual conversation level, yet not moments later a blonde woman came scampering into the room, all but running to his side. “Yes sir, are you hungry?” She asked hopefully, voice almost pleading. “No, but I'd like to give my daughter a bit of a demonstration...” Her gaze flicked over to Gabby before finding their way back to Nikolai's mouth, her hands knotting in one another in an unsure gesture. “My gifts...” He started and paused for dramatic effect, pulling Crystal's back closer to him, brushing her hair back away from her neck. The poor girl shivered in anticipation. “...grant me control over mortals everywhere. As if being too fast for them to see, too strong for them to fight, wasn't unfair enough. My bite....” Crystal let a whimper escape the back of her throat at the word bite. “is...addictive. Like a drug it's potent, euphoric, addictive.” His grin wasn't exactly malicious, but it was bordering on the definition of cruel. It was more than obvious Nikolai Lannister took an immense amount of pleasure from holding so much power over people. “Whatever is in my saliva always brings them back for more.”

Nik then roughly grabbed Crystal by her dainty shoulders and whirled her around to face him, her whole frame seeming to shrink into a cowering hunch. His thumb moved to gently graze her chin, ensuring that she looked up and locked eyes with him, before he spoke again. “You were fed from, you feel amazing, your withdrawals are all but gone. Gabrielle was particularly nice to you, you like her, you hope she'll be visiting the manner more often.” Her frightened look slipped into one contentment, forming a rather surprisingly disarming smile. “Yes...” She replied, voice long off and dreamy.

ImageIt was then, with abandon, as if someone had snapped their fingers, that she turned away from him to face Gabby. “Oh! Gabrielle, I had such a lovely time chatting with you. I hope you know you are free to feed from me whenever you like.” She clasped her hands, adoringly looking upon the vampire she had only just met. “I can't wait for you to meet the other girls, I know they'll just love you! Please say you'll be coming back soon, that you'll stay for a while.” She cooed, absolutely lost in the throws of compulsion. Nik clicked his tongue to the back of his throat, having had enough of her rambling, his point already well proven. “Isabella doesn't have time for your incessant chatter Crystal, away with you now.” He impolitely dismissed but Crystal didn't seem to mind it, his velvet voice making her eyes grow lidded. “Um hm, yes sir.” She replied as she skated from the room.

Nik turned his vicious smile back to his child, all that was missing from his cat-that-ate-the-canary-grin was a little golden feather hanging from the side of his mouth. “My second gift is compulsion. I can make anyone at any given time do exactly what I want if they only but look at me. It doesn't work on other vampires, and I have yet to ever try it on a wolf, but all the same, it is rather useful...” He said with a disinterested sigh, voice sounding as bored as someone arbitrarly discussing the weather. “I thought today you might come out with me an give it a whirl. I'll bet you have an aptitude for it, being my child.”

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ImageNik's smile softened, and Gabby's tension seemed to dissolve, even though she hadn't even known she'd been holding it in. He joked with her, and she actually gave him a small smile, a REAL smile. Perhaps they could have a good rest of the day, without any more arguments. “Now tell me, what gifts do you possess?” he asked her, and if blood had been running though her veins, she surely would have blushed. She bit her lower lip, a habit she never seemed to shake from when she was a human. She averted her eyes to the ground. In the back of her mind, she realized she'd spent more time looking away from him than at him. Somehow, that didn't make her feel good about their relationship. “Oh...you haven't discerned that yet, have you?” He didn't sound disappointed or mad, so she looked up at him. “All the better, we can discover that together.” She gave him a nod, visibly seeming less nervous or worried.

He called one of his many women into the room then, and she came eagerly within seconds. Asking if Nik was hungry, Gabby could hear the plea in her voice. Her brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what human would willingly ask to be fed from. And then he explained. His bite was addictive. The thought felt alien in her brain, since she had spent years upon years forcing humans into submission to feed. And here was a man, her maker, who could willingly feed on anyone, and they would enjoy it. She could even see this Crystal yearning for his bite. She couldn't even fathom the idea. And as she watched his face, it twisted into a sort of cruel grin. It was at times like this that Gabby truly wondered what kind of man her maker was. He seemed to think he could rule the world. Perhaps he actually could.

Suddenly, he grabbed Crystal by the shoulders and whirled her forcefully around so she stared into his eyes. Gabby knew this trick. Compulsion. Something she had seen in all the vampire movies and shows that existed. Of course, she hadn't known it was a gift only given to a select few. She had tried it once, when she was only a few years in being a vampire. Of course, it didn't work, and she had only scared the human so much that he had wet himself. Then she had fed and left him in the alley unconscious. She had never tried again. She was brought out of her past by Crystal, gushing loudly about how much she liked Gabby, and that she could feed off of her anytime she wished. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, however Crystal didn't seem to even notice, still gushing about how Gabby had to come back and stay for awhile. "Sure, Crystal..." she said, anything to shut the other girl up. Nik dismissed her quickly, and she was still staring at Gabby lovingly as she left.

“My second gift is compulsion. I can make anyone at any given time do exactly what I want if they only but look at me. It doesn't work on other vampires, and I have yet to ever try it on a wolf, but all the same, it is rather useful...” His excitement and interest at the start of this little show had seemed to wear off for him, since he sounded extremely bored already. She shook off her irritation, however, because if she didn't try to get him to like her, they could never have a good relationship. “I thought today you might come out with me an give it a whirl. I'll bet you have an aptitude for it, being my child.” Her eyes brightened at his words, excitement spreading throughout every nerve in her body. Now they were getting to the good part, the part where Gabby actually got to DO something...

Image"Oh, yes, can we?" she asked, her voice almost sounding as excited as Crystal's. Almost. "I mean, I've tried it once and it failed. But I'm older now, right? I'm sure I can do it now," she rambled on, hopping up from her seat and grabbing Nik's arm. She practically dragged him outside and down the steps, stopping on the sidewalk. "Where should we go? Who can I try it out on? She scanned the area around them, although they were pretty secluded, and she frowned when she saw they were entirely alone. She looked at him expectantly, wanting him to lead her to someone she could compel. After all, he said he was going to teach her, so he better live up to the promise. She placed a hand on her hip, and began tapping her foot. Many would call her childish at times, but she just wore her feelings on her sleeves. She couldn't hide something, having it be so obvious on her face. She could be trusting, respectful, and graceful. But she could also be bitchy, whiny, and throw a mean tantrum. It had been something she had tried to change at first, but eventually she came to like that fact about herself. After all, she was brutally honest and open with everyone. She had a feeling Nik wouldn't particularly like that part of her, though.

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ImageGabrielle pulled him from his home, clinging to his arm with the excitement of a child about to experience a long time dream never fully realized. She was so eager to try out her gifts, to be molded in her makers image that he couldn't help but chuckle. "Where should we go? Who can I try it out on?" She queried, eyes darting over the cypresses, maples, and oaks as if some perfect unsuspecting victim would just stumble upon the pair of enthusiastic vampires. Nik placed his cold stone hands on her shoulders to steady her and smiled, a flash of heaven in the very pit of hell in his innocent expression, as if the devil had still retained the face and form of the angel after the fall, his white fangs just barely touching his lower lip. "Calm down my girl, we aren't to find you just any poor soul. We shall find someone worth while; someone interesting so that your first experience shall be your most favored." Nik removed his hands from her shoulders to rub them together; cocking his head to the side as he looked at at her appraisingly. "How would you like to go for a joy ride?" He asked after a few seconds of mulling it over, voice dripping with mischief. "I believe a little compulsion and the police force in Bellingstone will be all to happy to oblige you with a squad car...we can turn on the sirens and tear through this miserable one horse town. Sound fun to you?" He arched a perfect blonde eyebrow before dropping it to waggle them both like some reckless teenager propositioning her to under aged drinking.

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Not too many moments later he was dashing through the forest, moving with inhuman speed, the trees all blurring as he streaked past like a jet fighter; Gabrielle close on his heels. The air coming off of them created a wind that rippled through the bare branches, icicles shivering and clinking together in a musical way, the few leaves that still clung to the frozen limbs tearing off and fluttering to the snow draped ground. "You're going to have to run faster than that to keep up with me my dear! I may be old but I'm quick!" His laughter rang out through the cold mid-morning air like a golden bell, taunting.

ImageHe raced her like that until they had traversed the entire spanse of the wood between his not so humble abode and the police station, the gleeful grin never dropping from his bright countenance. "Perhaps next time darling." He tutted as he came to a full stop at the back door of the Bellingstone station house that opened up to the forest. "Seems I win for now..." He practically purred. "Comes with seniority I'm afraid, now, come come!" he placed his hand on the small of her back and pushed her forward, raising the other hand to comb his fingers through her long fiery mane to smooth it out from the windblown and raggled appearance she had given it by running. "I want you to listen, use your supernatural hearing to-" He froze in place, no longer guiding her forward, eye twitching, hand still caught in her hair. "Hold on...." Nik murmured, still unmoving. "I thought I heard...." He listened in closely to a conversation that just so happened to be transpiring in the office of a one Sheriff Harding at that very moment, his face growing more grave with each passing second.

For one moment in perfect stillness Nikolai passed into beauty, looking like a marble statue carved in Grecian times-an Adonis before he transcended into a fury that marred those comely features, breaking his state of inaction with a hiss as he drew in his breath and stood erect. "Behold," he said, stepping closer to the building, his green eyes gleaming as he felt the attention of Gabrielle's own eyes on his back. "We have a wolf on our hands...one that seeks to bring about my downfall by aligning herself with the hunters. Can't you just scent her stench?" He inquired, flicking his hand up at his face in an exaggerated gesture. "I'm afraid she has just made a most egregious error, a terrible lapse in judgment there...I believe...we have found ourselves a new task." His brow puckered pityingly for a moment, but not on Caroline's behalf-but on Gabby's. "You don't mind a brief intermission on our compulsion plans do you, little one? This is a matter of the utmost import that if I do not attend to now, it might cause more serious problems later...as soon as I'm done, we can continue on with stealing cop cars and trifling with impotent officers." He promised, gaze pleading though he did not need her permission to act nor could she have stopped him if she willed it.

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Now more than ever, Caroline was beginning to curse herself for not listening to Axel’s warning…no, actually she wasn’t as she felt she was doing the right thing, however she did regret not telling Sam and letting him come with her, yet then again he probably would have just made the situation worse, her beta boyfriend did not take too kindly too people in the pack being threatened and had he been here, his temper over the Sheriffs hurtful words would have probably boiled over. Perhaps an anonymous tip would have sufficed. “That’s rich, Miss King…Do you expect me to pity you? To accept your sob story and renounce my ways?"” Sebastian spoke in sarcastic tones as he rose to his feet in an evident attempt to stamp his authority. He wanted her to cower in her seat, to see the fear in her eyes, but Caro was stronger than that, Sebastian may have been a hunter but she held the true authority, or so she believed. Narrowing her eyes, Caroline glanced up at him with steel hues, her pretty face locked in stern expression as she idly shook her head. “No, I don’t expect that. I’ve come to realise, over the years that hunters tend to be the most stubborn of species.”

"If you had been raised to believe that your kind was evil, were killers, wouldn't you find it hard to renounce those ideas?...Read the old fables, Miss King...not one shows your kind in a positive light. And why should they? Vampires and werewolves have been preying on humans for ages-- I'm sure you're familiar with the incident in 2010? What do you think caused those people to disappear?" Had she let them, Sebastian’s words could have easily sent her into spiralling depression, he was right of course. Her kind had been hated and hunted across the ages, she wasn’t as naïve as to think all of her species were as peaceful as the Wolff pack, but she refused to believe that they were naturally born killers, for not once had she ever felt the lust neither to kill nor to terrorise. “No, they are not. But every species has good and evil, are you going to sit there and tell me that all humans are good? No. Because you can’t, you are being hypocritical sir, narrow minded, there are people…humans roaming streets who are murderers, rapists, paedophiles.” She pauses for a second, taking the time to look over him, “aren’t they the real monsters? Now, I’m not going to sit here and say we are perfect, just victims in this game because like humans, there are some who do cause violence, do kill and I whole heartily agree that they should be promised. Just remember this, not all which are different are evil.”

Silence suddenly filled the office and Caroline was thankful, she was certain that had been forced to defend herself further he may have sensed the quake in her voice and that would not have done her any favours, perhaps only sealed her fate. "Now, your information would be greatly appreciated in this case… Could you give me a name to record...or, a physical description if you must?" The sudden change in Sebastian’s tone was surprising to say the least, his professionalism and decorum coming back into play. She nodded absentmindedly, preparing to tell him what she knew, when his phone rang. Caroline nodded as he muttered ‘one moment’ towards her, before answering the phone and turning away from her.

Caroline did what could not to eavesdrop, her eyes darted around the small office, to look at the various sheets of paper and maps around the room. It was then she remembered the camera she had in her bar, the one that would have gotten the perfect shot of the vampire from its position. Suddenly she reached across his desk grabbing a sheet of paper and pen before quickly scrawling a message across the face of the sheet’.

Camera’s in bar. Meet me there in an hour.

Rising from her seat, she hastily left the office and the station almost running towards her jeep. With any look, the tapes had not been wiped yet and that had caused her to drive slightly faster than she should have done to get back to her bar. Pulling up in the small car park beside the establishment, Caroline had barely turned off the engine before she was out of the car and jogging towards the door, she fumbled with the keys before finding the right one and unlocking the latch she made her way inside. Walking across the bar floor, she made her way towards the small office in the back and sat herself down and began to scrawl through the tape, keeping a watchful eye open for the vampire to cross the screen.

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ImageGabby's emotions were stifled by Nik placing his hands on her shoulder, cutting off her excitement instantly. Although, when she looked up into his face, there was only a smile on his face. "Calm down my girl, we aren't to find you just any poor soul. We shall find someone worth while; someone interesting so that your first experience shall be your most favored." A slow, cat-like smile filled her face. As if a mouse had run before her, and she planned on playing with it before it was killed. He removed his hands from her shoulder, and her excitement started to blossom once more. "How would you like to go for a joy ride? I believe a little compulsion and the police force in Bellingstone will be all to happy to oblige you with a squad car...we can turn on the sirens and tear through this miserable one horse town. Sound fun to you?" Her sly smile turned to one of pure joy. "Yes!" she said instantly, practically wanting to jump up and down.

Now this was the side of Nikolai she wanted to be around. This was the type of maker she had dreamed of her entire vampire life. He waggled his eyebrows at her, and she laughed, imagining her maker as a young boy, propositioning her to do something truly bad. They took off after that, sprinting through the forest at their true vampire speed. Nik was ahead of her, but not by much. "You're going to have to run faster than that to keep up with me my dear! I may be old but I'm quick!" Nik called out, his voice only catching her ears for a second as she then flew by the sound. She put on an extra burst of speed, attempting to catch him, almost practically on his heels. "I'm going to catch you!" she yelled at him, laughing along as they raced faster and faster through the woods, causing the branches to rustle behind them. Her feet got lighter and lighter on the ground, until they barely touched the ground at all. No human would have known the pair was even there, except for the wind that followed behind them.

Eventually, they reached the back of the police station, and the pair came to a halt. Gabby was disappointed that Nik had beaten her, even though he was a thousand years older than her measly forty four years. "Perhaps next time darling." he said nonchalantly, pausing at the back door. "Definitely next time..." she whispered to herself, determined to come out on top. "Seems I win for now... Comes with seniority I'm afraid, now, come come!" He had his hand on the small of her back, and guided her forward, the other hand reaching up to smooth out her red locks. She probably had extremely bad wind-blown hair, but at this point she didn't even care. She was too excited for what was to come. Yet her maker untangled the knots, his fingers gently combing through her hair as they stopped close to the door. "I want you to listen, use your supernatural hearing to-" She leaned forward as he commanded, trying to focus on listening through the walls, faintly hearing a conversation taking place. It was a man and a woman. Yet, her concentration was broken as soon as his words broke off.

She looked over at him, or at least as well as she could with his hand still in her hair. "Hold on.... I thought I heard...." he whispered softly. "What? What is it?" she asked, worried that something was truly wrong. He released her hair, and his beautiful face transformed into a look of pure fury. It caused her to pause, afraid for no reason in particular. He stepped in front of her, gaze fixated on the building, as if he could actually physically see through the walls. "Behold, we have a wolf on our hands...one that seeks to bring about my downfall by aligning herself with the hunters. Can't you just scent her stench?" Gabby could smell that there was a wolf near, but she couldn't make out any specifics. It made her wonder if she had been neglecting her powers. She should be perfecting everything, practicing every single day. She felt weak in that moment, as if she had only been a vampire one single day. A baby, practically.

"I'm afraid she has just made a most egregious error, a terrible lapse in judgment there...I believe...we have found ourselves a new task." A frown appeared on Gabby's face, her excitement shattered. She couldn't hear the conversation taking place inside the building, but she hardly doubted it was life and death situation. One that couldn't wait until after he taught her compulsion. Yet, she had a feeling nothing she could say would make him change his mind. In Nik's point of view, he was the one that ruled this relationship. What he said went.

Image "You don't mind a brief intermission on our compulsion plans do you, little one? This is a matter of the utmost import that if I do not attend to now, it might cause more serious problems later...as soon as I'm done, we can continue on with stealing cop cars and trifling with impotent officers." She sighed, sad that what was important to her wasn't important to him. "I suppose not..." she said softly, averting her eyes from him completely. She pressed her ear to the door, closing her eyes so she could really focus. If he was ruining her fun, she might as well try to impress him. She heard footsteps, and opened her eyes quickly. "She's leaving," Gabby said simply, tearing away from the door and making her way around the building to see a familiar face.

"Oh God..." she whispered, upon seeing the bartender's face. Caro, she thought her name was. The woman drove away hastily, obviously on a mission. Gabby could guess where. What exactly was Nik going to do to her?