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Samuel Xavier Pierce

"Peace, not war, is what will make Bellingstone survive and prosper."

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

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"We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again."




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Race: Werewolf

Gender: Male

Age: Twenty nine

Nicknames: Sam or Pierce

Occupation: Cook at Axel's diner

Pack/Coven Name: Wolff Pack

Rank in Pack/Coven: Beta Male





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Height: 6'2''

Weight: Two hundred and twenty pounds

Build: Very tall and extremely muscular

Hair Color: Dirty Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Scars?: Sam has many random scars across his body. One of the most noticeable is across the right side of his neck from an incident while playing as a wolf when he was a young child. Another scratch runs across his chest from when he was climbing a tree and fell as a teenager.

Brief Written Description: The very first thing that people feel when seeing Sam is intimidated, and they have the right to feel so. He stands at a very tall 6'2'' and weighs 220 lbs, which is all pure muscle. He has dirty blonde hair that is kept long and normally looks slightly scraggly. His facial hair grows extremely fast, so he always has stubble on his chin. Thick brows lie above his sapphire blue eyes that can be as cold as ice when he is angry, or warm pools of crystal clear water when happy. He has thin pink lips, and straight white teeth. When he smiles, it lights up his face and makes him a giant teddy bear, otherwise he tends too long angry or aggravated.

Clothing Preference: Sam tends to keep his clothing simple. He normally wears a simple pair of dark wash jeans with a solid color v-neck, typically black, gray, or white. Sometimes he will accent it with a leather jacket, or plaid long sleeved button up. He doesn't like to dress up often, in case he has to shift, and then it isn't easy to get out of his clothes. Not to mention he doesn't have too many opportunities to dress up anyway.





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Skills:
+ Listening
+ Fighting (he is a werewolf after all)
+ Cooking, even though he isn't as good as Axel
+ Honesty, he always tells the truth no matter what
+ Strength
+ Speaking, he can talk people down from a fight or persuade someone to do something

Quirks:
+ Sam tends to growl in his sleep when he is dreaming
+ He always tries to see the best in everybody, and will give second, third, and fourth chances when others wouldn't
+ When things get too stressful, he tends to tell bad jokes to lighten the mood
+ When he gets angry, he tends to go into a blind rage that he can't control

Likes:
+ Loyalty
+ Honesty
+ Laughter
+ Food
+ His pack
+ Letting loose
+ Women
+ Thinking
+ Outdoors
+ Steak
+ Stating his opinion

Dislikes:
+ Lies
+ Hatred
+ Being too serious
+ Swimming
+ The cold
+ Reality television
+ Not feeling included
+ Loud noises
+ Vegetables
+ Getting angry

Fears:
+ Not finding love
+ Losing Axel and being thrown into the position of Alpha
+ Disappointing his back and losing their trust

Written description: Sam may look intimidating, but his personality is far from it. He strives for goodness and peace, which is where he differs from most of his pack members. They have hatred for vampires, and even humans, but he is more accepting. Looking into the future, he only sees the town heading for destruction if all the hatred continues. He has a great love for their pack, and truly cares about each member. They are his family, and he would do anything for them. He makes himself available for any of them, and would openly listen to any of their problems. He prefers to be outdoors in nature rather than cooped up inside with the television. He is opinionated, and never fears voicing his thoughts when around his friends and family. He is a man, and therefore enjoys women, except he really wants to treat them right. He can count the women he has been with on one hand. He is hard to anger, but when he gets there, it turns to a blind rage. Very few things would be able to get him there, such as the loss of a pack member. He is very dutiful, and will mostly do anything Axel asks of him. However, he also really enjoys having fun and letting loose, and tries to bring that atmosphere around his pack when things get too serious.



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Relationship Status: Secretly in love

Brief History: Samuel Xavier Pierce was born to William and Amy Pierce in the town of Bellingstone. They were both werewolves themselves and members of the Wolff pack. They raised him to know love and acceptance. He carried those traits with him for the rest of his life. Sam was an only child, and growing up Axel was like an older brother to him. Sam was always the more level-headed of the two, and attempted to talk Axel away from many of his not so smart decisions. Of course most of the time it never worked.

When he was in his early teens, he had been out playing on a lake of ice when it broke underneath him and he was sucked under the cold water. It felt as if a thousand knives were being stuck into him, and he panicked as he sank. He got himself turned around, and became disoriented. He would have drowned if it wasn't for an arm reaching down and tugging him out of the water. Surprisingly enough, it was one of the female members of his pack, Emma. He had never really noticed her before, but in that one moment he was struck by Cupid's arrow. Even though he was young, he fell in love with her at that moment. They became inseparable after that incident, and she fell for him in the same way.

They dated for a few years, and he truly thought he could be with her, for he wasn't in the makings to become any kind of leader within the pack. When he and Emma were only fifteen, she was diagnosed with a deadly case of leukemia. He stayed by her side the entire time, but she was taken from the world within a year. Sam was devastated, and turned to rage most of the time. He didn't want anything to do with the pack, with school, with friends, with anything. No one was able to talk him down, until his dad had a man to man conversation with him. He explained to Sam how a similar situation happened to him when he was younger. he had been completely in love, yet she had chosen to leave him even though they were engaged. His father had never expected to love like that again, until he met Sam's mother. He fell in love with her more than he thought possible. While the situation wasn't exactly the same, it helped Sam find peace. he would never forget Emma, but she wouldn't want him to go spiraling down a bad path. And there would be another woman that he would find and love.

After Axel's older brother Albrecht disappeared, Axel was thrown into the position of Alpha. And surprisingly enough, he asked Sam to be the Beta of the pack. He accepted because Axel was still his best friend. He wasn't sure he had the makings of a leader, but he would try his best. He was obligated to mate with the female Beta of the pack, Josephine. While he would have done it because it was his duty, he didn't love her like he had loved Emma. And until he felt that same kind of love, he didn't want to commit to anyone. She didn't want to mate with him either, so they remained friends. The entire pack believes they have mated, and they keep the ruse up for the sake of the pack. It is one of the only lies he has ever told Axel, yet he can't force himself to tell, because he is afraid of what Axel would say or do.

So begins...

Samuel Xavier Pierce's Story

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Sam had the early shift that morning, so he had woken up before the crack of dawn to arrive at the diner on time. He didn't mind waking up early, the town was always peacefully quiet as the sun was rising, which was welcoming that particular morning. When he woke, he took a very quick shower, and threw on a simple pair of jeans, and a black v-neck. Thankfully working as a cook at the diner meant he didn't have a uniform. He always chose to dress simply, because the kitchen always tended to get messy, and grease was guaranteed to splatter on his clothes somewhere. After he was ready, with his hair just slicked back casually as usual, he headed out.

His apartment was nothing much, just a simple one bedroom place with a small kitchen and living area. It wasn't much, but it was comfortable, and that was what he liked most about it. He didn't need any kind of extra space, because he rarely had people over. The pack always tended to meet at the diner, or even outdoors. If not, Axel's place was the choice. And, unbeknownst to everyone else, he didn't have Josephine over all the time. Thinking of his lies always made the guilt bubble up in him. As the Beta male, it was his duty to mate and be with the Beta female. However, Josephine and Sam both had different ideas. Jo wasn't the type to be tied down, her adventurous spirit not willing to break for the sake of the pack. And while same was all about loyalty and trust, he didn't mind, because he felt the same way. While he wasn't necessarily looking for adventure, he was looking for love.

Also unbeknownst to the rest of the pack, he believed he may have found that love. Thinking about her brought a smile to his face as he was making his early morning walk to the diner. Yet, he still felt a pang of guilt as well. He knew he shouldn't, because love wasn't easy to find, and it was something to be cherished. But he was going against everything the pack stood for, and as the Beta, he felt it was wrong. Of course, she was doing the same thing herself. It was hard having a secret romance, especially since they were both members of the Wolff pack, and both in positions of leadership. Yet for him, it went farther than just breaking the rules of the pack. Axel was his best friend, and had been for his entire life. He was breaking his trust.

As he unlocked the diner doors and walked inside, he heard the familiar jingle of the bell overhead. Axel's diner was one of his favorite places. It was warm and inviting, and had some of the best memories in it. He walked to the back, and began prepping the kitchen for the day. The diner itself opened up relatively early, and he knew it would soon be bustling with people. It was a favorite spot for most of the town for Sunday morning breakfast. After everything seemed in order, he put his white apron on and began cooking himself an omelette for breakfast.

He was almost finished when he heard the jingle of the door bell, and heard a familiar voice call out. "Hello," Caroline called out from the front of the diner. "Whatever you're cooking, make double... smells delicious," she yelled, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He quickly began to prepare another in a separate skillet. It only took a few minutes, and he grabbed two plates, placing an omelette on each. He carried each out through the swinging door to see her perched at the counter, sipping a cup of coffee. Any worries he had felt earlier while walking to the diner melted away quickly at the sight of her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever lied eyes on, and her spirit was extremely similar to his. He walked behind the counter, and sat the plate in front of her, before setting his own down next to it. He leaned forward to place a small kiss on her cheek before grabbing a mug to pour himself a cup of coffee.

After placing it in front of his plate, he walked around the counter to take a seat next to her, and placed his arm around her waist, squeezing her gently and bringing her closer to him. "Good morning, my dear," he said softly into her ear. He released her a second later and began digging into his food. He hadn't even realized how famished he was. He took a sip of coffee, and set the mug back down. "How are you this morning?"


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Caroline's mind had ran away with her as she stared into the brown scolding liquid, mostly were things which she had to do with the bar, she was expecting a new delivery of kegs later that evening, she had wages to sort, bills to pay a tonne of paperwork and a sign to rehang outside, all this along with serving customers, it was due to be a busy day but someone has to do it. Not that she minded, she loved her job, she got to be around people all day and was even better when her friends came in, granted when that happened she did have the tendency to get a little distracted. In her bar she did not discriminate, all species were welcome, including Vampires, just because a few decided to slaughter a young family, that didn't make them all monsters, right? Not long ago, Caro would have agreed to that statement instantly, now she was unsure, she was aware on how prejudice that sounded and she wished whole heartily she could muster some tolerance for her neighbours but it became increasingly difficult. She wasn't thick headed to admit that some of her prejudice stemmed from a slight fear, because it did, she constantly watched her back, that of her pack and people just passing through. Of course Vampires weren't the packs only threat now, after the incident the had been bombarded with hunters, tensions were high, one more wrong move and there was no doubt in her mind that they would make a move towards them, the only reason they hadn't was because hunters hunted the evil and the majority of Bellingstone were kind, hardworking people who just so happened to supernatural beings.

Hearing the swinging doors move, Caroline looked up, her train of thought being interrupted, to see Sam walking in, two plates of food in his hands, she immediately smiled upon seeing him, as she usually did. Sam was the most recent development in her life and quite possibly her happiest development; Caro was at a point in her life were happiness was her most domineering emotion and she would do anything for it to stay that way. Sam and herself had been together for a little while now, he made her special and dare she say it...loved? They had been naturally pulled together, such similar personalities and the fact that they had rather emotionally unavailable 'mates' they had found comfort and possibly love in each others arms, of course their relationship was not without it's pitfalls, the fact that they had to keep it a secret from the rest of pack was extremely difficult and tiring, sometime all she wanted to do was scream it from it the rooftops, but she respected his trepidation, they would tell people when they were ready, she hoped. Sam placed a quick kiss on her cheek before grabbing a cup of coffee for himself before taking the seat next to her. Immediately wrapping his muscular arm around her waist, Caro giggled slightly as he pulled her towards him, her head coming to rest in the crook of his neck, smiling contently to herself and thanking whoever was up their that were able to have this brief moment together.

"Good morning, my dear" Sam whispered huskily in her ear, sending her stomach into a flutter of somersaults "Morning sweetie" she sighed in reply as they pulled away. Picking up a fork she dug into her omelette, bringing it to her lips, sighing as the breakfast melted in her mouth "oh baby, this is really good, you should be a cook" she smirked in jest bringing another forkful to her mouth. "How are you this morning?"

Caro nodded, chewing on the piece of omelette in her mouth before answering "Not too bad, although i'm much better now that I've seen you" she smiled lovingly over at Sam, her hand reaching across the counter and interlocking with his own "look baby, I don't know how long we have alone together, so, will you come to the bar after your shift?" She asked hopeful.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sara watched Lassiter, only mildly paying attention to him. She had been on fairly good terms with him, and hadn't talked to him in months. She rolled her eyes slightly to herself as he harassed the couple. She herself had always found the rigidity of pack rank mates to be irritating. As Sam went to help Lassiter, her eyes caught Caroline's. The girl had always been kind to her. She was probably one of the hardest to leave, when Sara thought about it. She swallowed hard, her eyes hardening, and a forced looking smile quickly made its way onto her lips before disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. She sighed quietly to herself, hugging her arms to her chest, and stared out of the window, spacing out for a while, trying to clear her mind.

"Sorry about that, what can I get you this morning? And how have you been?" Sara heard, causing her eyes to snap to attention, and out of mere overreaction, she grabbed the blunt butter knife by her hand, defensively, before realizing it was only. Realizing it was only Sam, Sara's grip on the knife loosened, her knuckles which had turned white with the pressure at which she had been squeezing it. She dropped it, hearing the soft clatter, she looked up at Sam, "Just... A chicken fried steak. To go." she muttered quietly, ignoring his question, she handed him the menu, and looked down at the table, her hands returning to their defensive position around her chest.

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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There were many things that Axel Wolff was. He was a cook, he was overbearing, he was sarcastic, and he was a guitarist. However, there were also countless things that Axel was not. He wasn't a human, he wasn't stupid, he wasn't a fan of crowds, and he most certainly was not a morning person. That Sunday morning seemed to come far too quickly for Axel's taste. His alarm clock, which rested on the nightstand by his head began to ring at six in the morning, jolting Axel from a quite pleasant dream and forcing him awake and into reality. For a few heartbeats, he sat upright and looked around with wide eyes.

It wasn't long, however, before he noticed the clock and slammed his palm against the snooze button. The clock silenced and Axel slowly laid back on the bed, yawning softly. Maybe he could get a few more minutes of shut-eye before it started to ring again? It seemed like the second he closed his eyes, however, the alarm began to go off again. AJ slowly sat up again and, in a fluid motion, cast his blanket off and swung his legs down to the ground. His hand struck the alarm clock again to shut it off as he stood up and walked toward the set of old drawers his father and mother had left in the house. In fact, the entire home was once theirs and their parents; hell, it was a house that had been passed down the Wolff family tree since Felix Wolff had built it with his own hands. The house had progressively grown larger generation after generation until it had at least five bedrooms and three full bathrooms. The Wolff house was a little bit outside of town, situated on a large piece of land. Two stories and made of wood, it could get quite cold in the winter. This, however, hardly phased any of the wolves in the home.

Axel had fallen asleep still in his t-shirt and jeans the night before. Saturday night had been spent in the bar for a while, drinking and mulling over things until he finally forced himself to go home. Now, he simply threw a red flannel shirt on top of his t-shirt and ran his hand through his thick, dark hair multiple times. That would do for now...plus, maybe he could pass off his ruffled hair as helmet hair when he arrived at the dinner. Without even bothering to pass by Leanna -besides, what was he going to say to her if he did- Axel grabbed his keys off of the counter, pulled on some boots, and walked outside. Yes, he still looked like shit and yes, his facial half had grown in a thick five o'clock shadow but it was Sunday and Sunday was the day most people were leaving the area or simply stopping by for a quick bite to eat and some car service.

His motorcycle had been left leaning against the garage with the helmet right by the front wheel. As much as he hated the God damn helmet, he knew his father would be tossing and turning in his grave if he saw his son riding down the road without a helmet. As he pulled the helmet on, a pair of mirrored sunglasses fell out and hit his chest before falling down and landing on his shoes. Dusting them off as he picked up the sunglasses, Axel shoved them into his breast pocket and slipped the helmet over his head, clipping it under his chin. The werewolf mounted his motorcycle and shoved the key into the ignition. With a flick of his foot, he pushed the kickstand up and rode the bike out of his driveway and on to the road that led toward town.

Regardless of the fact that the cops would certainly be out, he weaved his way between trucks and cars. These actions earned him a variety of honking, yelling, and the displaying of a certain finger. He arrived at his diner in a few minutes and rode the bike up on to the pavement and behind the diner where the back entrance was located. He would rather marry a vampire than have to pay a parking meter in front of his own building. Besides, this way, no teenagers would try to play around with it. With the bike parked right by the back door, Axel pulled out the key and shoved them into the pocket of his jeans. A yawn quickly escaped through his jaws as he walked into the diner and straight into the kitchen. Instantly, he could smell omelettes cooking and his mouth seemed to water from the smell.

The Alpha male slowly made his way through the kitchen, running his hand quickly through his tousled hair again and again until it hopefully had some sort of semblance to his usual style. It was at this moment, as he pushed open the door into the front of the diner that he realized he'd unevenly buttoned his flannel top when putting it on. Cursing sharply but under his breath, he hurriedly began to undo the buttons, his calloused fingers fumbling with the small buttons. By the time he was out and behind the counter, half of the buttons were undone and he still looked like absolute shit. Well, it could be worse...somehow. Flashing his white teeth with the slightly elongated canines, he leaned up against the back counter near a pot of coffee and looked out over his diner. There was nothing, not man, nor woman, nor belonging that could even compare to the diner. It was like a second home to him- or, rather, maybe it tied with the woods his pack frequented in wolf form. Either way, it was his most treasured possession.

Axel reached under the counter and pulled out a pad of paper and a pencil which he usually kept handy for taking orders when things were going too quickly for either Sam or him to keep up waiting. Axel slipped around the counter and started toward a table, nudging Sam with his shoulder. The nudge was rough, but not rough enough where the Beta would stumble or anger. It was simply hard enough for him to realize Axel was there.

"Mornin', Sammy," he said, grinning cheekily whilst walking past and glancing over his shoulder. He knew Sam had never gone by the nickname and probably never would yet it seemed to fit him so well.

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Sara was tense, Sam could tell. Her body was rigid, and she sat in the booth as if she was extremely uncomfortable. And of course there was the fact that she grabbed a knife as if she was going to stab him when he walked over to take her order. He decided to let that slide, however. He, as well as the rest of the pack, knew her past. He had hoped she would eventually come around to them all once more, since his pack was practically his family, and it was that way for most members. They could help her get through everything, yet she just shunned them all. So he left it alone, and hoped one day she'd change her mind and return to the pack.

"Just... A chicken fried steak. To go." He nodded to her, and leaned one hand on the table. "I'll get that going for you right away." He took the menu from her, and stood up straight. "You should think about staying, though. I know Caroline would really like to talk to you. You should go say hi." The bell rang once more, and he looked over to see none other than his 'mate' walk through the door. She was closely followed by two patrons he didn't really know, but had seen around town a few times. He thought the girl worked at a comic book shop somewhere close to the diner. He looked back to Sara after having been distracted. "Just think about it while I go take orders and get your food ready." With one last smile, he turned and walked away.

He made a quick trip back to the counter, where Josephine had decided to sit next to Lassiter and Caroline. He slid the menu to her, and flipped a coffee cup, filling it with the black liquid. He placed the cup in front of her. "Morning Jo. Don't think you need the menu, but you get one anyway." It was strange to think that this woman was supposed to be his mate. They were supposed to have kids and make sure the future of the pack was in good hands. And yet she didn't have feelings for him, nor he for her. He'd always told Axel that no matter what, he would do his duty. Yet as he thought about it, he wasn't really sure if he could. He may be a guy, but he still wanted love. He already dreamed of marrying and having kids with Caroline, but he had no such feelings or desires for Jo. For a moment, he wondered if the structure of the pack was somewhat outdated... or just plain wrong. Ranks in the pack don't equal love, Sam knew that for sure. Perhaps it was time for a change.

"I'll be right back, I've got to get an order started. Think about what you want," he told Jo, and then left the counter to head for the kitchen, and quickly prepared Sara's chicken fried steak. As he was cooking, he took the liberty to peer out the window, since he had a perfect view of Caroline at the counter. She was deep in conversation, so she didn't notice his gaze, but he didn't mind. Just looking at her, his heart began to race. The feeling made him smile, because it was something he hadn't felt in a long time. The two of them were both extremely happy, probably to the point that it would make others sick. That told him it was true happiness. After it was sizzling and smelling delicious, he left the kitchen once more, knowing it would be a few minutes before he had to tend to the food.

Sam's intention was going to be to wait on the newcomers in the booth, the young girl with the air of innocence, and the male with no innocence about him at all. However, he decided to stop and take Jo's order, since he figured she already knew what she wanted. The pack were all frequent diner patrons, and all knew the menu almost by heart. He leaned on the counter across from her, grabbing a note pad from under the counter so he could write her order down. He didn't exactly have the greatest memory, and knew he'd catch hell if anything was messed up.

"What can I get you for breakfast, Jo?" he asked, pen ready to write. Before she could answer, he was shoved rather forcefully from behind. It could only mean one thing. Axel had finally arrived. "Mornin', Sammy," the Alpha said as he walked past, turning back to give him a wide, toothy grin. His hair was unruly at best, and his clothes looked oddly familiar from the night before. He decided to not acknowledge the nickname, since Sammy seemed like a name for a 9-year old boy. "You look like shit!" he called to his friend and leader, a grin on his face as well. He turned back to Jo. "Your order?"

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Sara looked up at Sam. She hated acting like this towards her pack. She long to go back to them, and yet couldn't bring herself to doing so.

"You should think about staying, though. I know Caroline would really like to talk to you. You should go say hi." Sam said to her, before looking away. Sara opened her mouth to object, but before she could Sam, interjected, "Just think about it while I go take orders and get your food ready." before smiling and walking away. Sara sighed, and gnawed at her bottom lip before deciding that talking to Caroline wouldn't hurt too much. She had been like a sister to Sara... Sister... Sara frowned, her mind making the connection of the word to her deceased sister. She shook her head, eyes downcast as she stood up, slowly and approached Caroline, and sat beside her.

"Hey.." she murmured, almost awkwardly, "How.. How've you been doing..?" she murmured, finally looking up to meet Caroline's gaze, only to go wide eyed and have her gaze drop again when Axel entered the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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Seb shot Alarick an obviously feigned smile before blowing a stream of smoke off to the side. "My day just isn't the same without seeing your ugly mug, sweetheart," he shot back. Sebastian leaned back against the booth and picked up a menu to glance over it. It was then, it seemed, that he realized he had not eaten since yesterday afternoon. By now, the hunger pangs in his stomach were bugging him and the smell of food from the kitchen didn't make anything better. As Alarick opened his mouth again to speak, Seb leaned forward and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

"See the brunette up there- the one besides the EMT- happen to know who she is? I’m considering asking her out. I wonder if all her friends would mind." Sebastian's face basically lit up like a child's on Christmas. Both he and Alarick had the same suspicions...so, there must be something going on at least. It couldn't be a coincidence, right? Regardless, a third opinion couldn't really hurt, right? Seb leaned back again and closed the menu, having decided upon what he wanted.

"You don't stand a chance, buddy," he said, still grinning. "They'd rip you to shreds." He hoped this subliminal message of his would reach Alarick the same way the latter's message had reached him. They'd both seen the sights of werewolf attacks. Although they weren't very common on humans, they were on animals and they certainly weren't a sight for the weak of stomach. As Annelise spoke again, Seb raised an eyebrow and looked back at Alarick. "Is there something else?" Before Alarick could answer, a figure approached the booth and Sebastian fell silent, the cigarette still between his lips.




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Axel rolled his eyes dramatically as he kept walking, still watching Sam. "Gee, thanks," he replied, laughing quickly. "Glad to see you too, Sammy. You're just a bundle of joy as always today, aren't you?" His voice was filled with a fake, teasing sarcasm that the alpha was quite guilty of using on many occasions, even those that should have been serious. Jo also greeted him and so he looked at her too, smirking.

"Mornin' Jo." he replied, stopping and leaning against an empty table a few yards away from her. At her jest about the service, he shrugged and pointed toward Sam. "Well, it's certainly not me that's the problem." If Sam were to look back at Axel, he'd see a quick, cheeky grin before the alpha turned to look around the place. A quick glance around the diner showed him that there was one table that appeared to have been completely untouched by Sam yet. However, he still hurried off to a few more tables first where some roadtrippers had settled down. With a handful of orders in his hands, he hurried back tot he counter and placed them down, looking to fill them when he had finished the orders. While walking towards the counter, though, Jo quickly nodded to him. He understood the signal but held up an index finger and replied in broken, poor Spanish: "Uno momento, por favor."

With the other tables taken care of, he walked over and planted himself at the head of the booth he'd viewed at first, flashing a quick smile at the lot. They were an odd little group that consisted of a young girl, a man who seemed too cocky for his own good, and non-other-than Bellingstone's sheriff. Axel nearly greeted the man courteously...until he saw the cigarette between his lips.

"Sorry, sir," he began, gesturing to the cigarette. "No smoking in the diner." The sheriff raised his brow high as if surprised by this. Of course, he couldn't be though, considering he was the sheriff.

"Really? That's unfortunate," he replied in a tone both monotonous and a bit annoyed. The man pulled his cigarette out from between his lips and tossed it on to the tile floor, crushing it beneath his boot. Axel clenched his jaw slightly, fighting back every urge to roll his eyes.

"What can I get for you all?" he asked forcefully, fighting to keep his tone even and genuine. The sheriff looked down at the menu front as if that might tell him what he wanted before looking Axel in the eye.

"Ham and cheese omelette," he replied, handing the menu to Axel. He paused for a moment and then smirked slightly. "That brunette up there is quite attractive...mind telling me her name?" An urge to yell at the man for being disrespectful and then asking about Jo came over Axel and he dug his fingers into the menu to keep himself from doing so.

"No can do, Sheriff," he said tersely. "We don't just give out the names of others here..." The sheriff nodded and turned back to face the other man at the table, grinning subtly. "So, uh, what can I get the rest of you?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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