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Sebastian Harding

"Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide."

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

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“The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don’t want it badly enough. They’re there to stop the other people.”




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Race: Human

Gender: Male

Age: Thirty-one

Nicknames: Though he detests nicknames, Sebastian has gone by Seb, Bas/Bass (pronounced like the fish bass), or Ian. Only those close to him have ever dared use a nickname

Occupation: One of the town's only cops, he's basically the appointed Head of Bellingstone's Police Force

Pack/Coven Name: Bellingstone Hunters

Rank in Pack/Coven: Leader





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Height: Six feet four inches (1.9304 meters)

Weight: One hundred eighty-two pounds (83 kilograms)

Build: Lean and lanky with a light layer of muscle that has hardened over the years

Hair Color: Russet-like auburn color that could, in certain lighting, appear brown

Eye Color: Light blue

Scars?: Quite a few scars cover Seb's body, especially his upper body. His aversion to shirt sleeves has certainly accounted for the majority of the scars on his arms from fights, treks in the woods, or simply injuring himself accidentally. Not as many scars are on his chest and legs. These are mostly from hunting trips, however. His most noticeable scar is a set of three scratches that runs across his left pectoral. They obviously resemble claw marks of some sort.

Brief Written Description: At six feet, four inches, Sebastian is certainly a tall man. His height can easily be perceived as a threat by most, and that is just the way he likes it. A mixture of respect and fear is, in his mind, the key to a successful leadership. He's quite lanky though, weighing in at only one hundred eighty-two pounds. This lean build makes him extremely agile and quick on his feet. His curly, tousled hair is a russet color, a bit brick-like, while his eyes are a bright blue. Ten long years as a hunter has earned him a multitude of scars, most of which are on his upper body. Seb's jaw is strong but more pointed and he keeps his facial hair trimmed into a neat goatee, usually never completely shaving it off. Occasionally, mostly when he feels to lazy to shave, he'll let a five o-clock shadow grow along the rest of his cheeks. It's a rarity, however since he likes everything to be neat, more or less.

Clothing Preference: Sebastian has a bit of an aversion to wearing shirts with sleeves. He believes adamantly that sleeves inhibit movement and slow him down. In the warm months, he'll wear sleeveless tops which are usually either wife beaters/tank tops or t-shirts with the sleeves cut off. When the weather cools, he finally decides to wear a t-shirt and also wears a suede brown jacket. His usual pants are loose jeans or really anything that makes movement easy in the winter and cut-offs or some shorts in the summer. For shoes, he's constantly wearing boots, regardess of weather.





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Skills:

* Agility: Seb's lean build give him an advantage when it comes to agility.
* Accuracy: Having been shooting since he was about eight or so, Sebastian's aim is, more or less, dead-on unless he's destracted.
* Tracking: Years as a hunter have helped him perfect the art of tracking anything "supernatural" whether that be through observing clues, tracks, or remains of an animal. You name it, he'll find it.
* Strategy: This skill goes hand-in-hand with tracking, more or less. He's not a very brash man and, therefore, is able to make plans without losing his cool.
* Observation: Seb suffers from a bit of a hyperactive mind. He never enters an area without taking in his surroundings and trying to conclude as much as he can. It's a skill that his uncle drilled into his mind as a child.

Quirks:

* Hasn't had an actual girlfriend since before he was pulled out of school
* Smokes; it's a bad habit he was never able to curb
* Chews his lip when in deep thought
* Takes his work far too seriously to the point where it becomes priority

Likes:

* Cigarettes
* Hunting
* Dogs
* Water
* Outdoors
* Guns
* Military Channel
* Success
* Being alone or in a small group
* Quiet

Dislikes:

* Werewolves
* Vampires
* Subjugation
* Higher Powers; one of the main reasons he's actually an atheist. That and he doesn't believe that if God existed he'd put any of these creatures on the Earth
* His uncle
* Birds; their squawking alerts animals and, in turn, makes hunting a hell of a lot harder
* Most electronic devices

Fears:

* Being unable to prove himself as a leader to both his uncle and his ancestors
* Dying of natural causes-- funny thing is, he doesn't fear death on a Hunting trip. He would prefer dying that way than of some other disease.
* Though he's never been in a serious relationship, he still does want to end up in one and have a child, hopefully. He fears this may never happen with his loner ways.

Written description: Sebastian was born and trained throughout his lifetime to be nothing more than a killing machine. He's a skilled tracker, hunter, and strategist making him quite worthy of his rank as the Bellingstone Hunter's leader. As a teenager, he started smoking and hasn't stopped. It's a bit of a guilty pleasure; one of the few pleasures he allows himself in life. Seb's overactive. In fact, he'd be much more content going after Bellingstone's countless supernatural creatures than sleeping or eating. If the creatures weren't stronger than him, he also wouldn't hesitate to go after them himself without any assistance. He can be a bit cocky to some, because of this, and won't hesitate to brag. Seb's work is his priority, over his life and wellfare. For, in his eyes, his life is nothing compared to the countless of Hunters who have died for their cause. It may seem like a selfless ideal but he doesn't really see the point in putting other before himself or, well, anything. He's never even been in a serious relationship. Seb's extrememly averse to higher-powers such as his deceased uncle who was the one who drilled the poor boy until his limbs were weak and his muscles sore. His guns are his pride and joy, along with a few hunting dogs he keeps. One day, he does hope he'll live long enough to have children, but he wouldn't want to die of natural cases. Instead, he'd rather die Hunting.



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Relationship Status: Single

Brief History: Sebastian was born and raised in Bellingstone, like quite a few of the members. His mother was never a big influence in Sebastian's life, along with his father. In fact, he can sometimes hardly remember their names but they were Rachel and Dustin Harding. Both of them were well known, well respected Hunters who simply had Sebastian so they would have a "successor" of sorts when they inevitably died. His early life was spent attending school with other children, learning basic math facts and acting like really any child at his age would. In fact, he doesn't remember it now, but he was close friends with Axel Wolff until his father split them apart; a bit of a Fox and the Hound relationship.


By the age of fourteen, Sebastian was an orphan living with his uncle Greg Harding. Greg Harding was an ex-Hunter who'd been forced into retirement after losing his right leg to a werewolf. Seb was pulled out of school and began his rigorous training under the training of his uncle. The young boy, once lean and sickly looking, was forced to work until he could hardly lift his arms or get up in the morning. In just a year, his muscle had toned greatly and he'd begun to fill out. Sebastian had a great talent for shooting guns and throwing knives, although he seemed to connect the best with his dead father's old Winchester rifle. When he turned twenty-one, now six feet four inches and intimidating in build, Seb was sent out on his own to Hunt.

Being a cocky young man, he made it his goal to go after Achilles Dubois, the head vampire. The aged vampire had been a bit lethargic in his later years and Seb tracked him down to his well-built manor in the outskirts of Bellingstone. A large, tiring fight followed and Sebastian received scratches and bruises along his body that wouldn't disappear for weeks to come. In the climax of the battle, Achilles had pinned down the young man and snapped at his throat, only to have the Winchester shoved between his teeth with the vampire now biting down upon crafted wood and metal. Sebastian forced him back and, with expertise, aimed his gun and fired. The silver bullet he'd loaded struck the vampire in the back of his throat and killed him nearly instantly. Bleeding and with a broken rib or two, he hurried back to his home.

With his "initiation" complete, Sebastian joined the Bellingstone Hunters as an already highly-esteemed member for killing off Achilles Dubois. He quickly climbed the ranks and became the leader a few years ago. In only the recent year, his uncle Greg died from a rough case of pneumonia. He's stayed much of a loner, too, afraid of becoming too close to anybody.

So begins...

Sebastian Harding's Story

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Winter had come and gone in Bellingstone, passing by the miniscule little town quite mildly for a change. The harsh cold of winter had usually brought great amounts of snow with it, leaving it in the dead of night for the citizens to wake up to. For any native resident of Bellingstone, the snow was usually greeted warmly, despite the inevitable plowing and shoveling that was certain to follow such a downfall. The white, glistening blanket of snow, undisturbed by a single soul could drive even Sebastian Harding to smile and, as any citizen could tell you, that was a feat almost as impossible as finding a four-leafed clover in a field. Snow was the one unspoiled memory he had still retained into his adulthood for snow once meant a snow-day without toiling over stacks of books.

He had to also be one of the only townies who didn't complain when shoveling the drive before his home. If one wanted to get technical, though, it could be argued that the worn dirt pathway to his cabin outside of the town wasn't much of a "drive". Besides, with his trucks, he had no need to shovel the snow. So, maybe he just shoveled for the fun of it? Sebastian Harding was never a fan of sitting around lazily. It had been knocked into him from an early age that laziness was one of the worst things out there, just below disrespect or lack of ambition. It was a lesson most Hunters learned in their childhood, too.

On the morning of April 7th, a Sunday, the sun began to rise slowly above the horizon which was blocked, more or less, by the excess of trees in the vicinity. It couldn't have been any later than five in the morning and yet Sebastian was already sitting on the edge of his bed, one knee pulled up to his chest while the other foot rested on the floor. His sinewy-muscled arms wrapped around his knee and he pressed his lips against the pair of lounge pants he wore, in obvious deep-thought. He'd started his mornings out like this since before he could remember, always dwelling upon a topic that had been plaguing his overactive mind. Pushing it to the back of his mind for the time being, he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, initiating a few pops and cracks as his muscles adjusted to being in use. A yawn escaped his lips as he wandered toward the bathroom to get ready.

Whereas most people weren't Monday people, Seb wasn't a Sunday person. Yes, the Sabbath should have been observed...but he refused to believe in higher-powers. Besides, he had work to do and he certainly wasn't going to shirk his responsibilities for a man who had supposedly lived ages before him. He slid a razor blade slowly along his cheeks, which he'd covered in shaving creme, shaping his beard the way he wanted. Sundays were always the worst; so many families driving home after a long week-end, driving a bit over the speed limit to get back to their home with the white picket fence and the two-point-five kids to watch one of TV's pointless sitcoms. It was Sundays that Sebastian received most of his calls or was forced to sit out on the shoulder and wait for some unlikely bastard he could ticket.

Simply thinking of the idea, as he pulled on his uniform, annoyed the hell out of Seb. The sleeves on his uniform didn't help matters either. Huffing softly in annoyance, he hurriedly rolled them up and walked into his kitchen to brew some coffee. Maybe today would be different? Perhaps not as many tourists would be passing by Bellingstone? He chuffed at these high-hopes whilst leaning against the counter. Hadn't he always told himself that? And hadn't it always ended the same way? Pouring out the coffee into a travel mug and leaving it black, Seb walked out of his cabin, an inheritance from his deceased uncle, and toward his police car.

It wasn't much of a car, per say. In fact, it was more of a white F-250 with Bellingstone's police seal along the sides and back. It moved at a decent speed and hadn't once succumbed to the variable weather of Bellingstone. Gripping the steering wheel, he drove down his drive and to the town. Glancing around, he sighed wistfully as if hoping simply willing it would replace the little buds on the trees with a thick coat of snow. His slow drive through town, which seemed to take ages, brought him to a stop outside of the station. Parking his car along the still empty street, Sebastian got out and slammed the door shut. With his coffee in one hand, he slowly walked up the steps to the door but turned around and leaned against the wall, staring out at the street as he drank from the cup. He'd rather stand outside alone in the early hours of the morning than enter the station and be sent off to some outpost along the highway for the entire day.

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Nika clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Tsk tsk. She thought, watching the officer with a malicious glint in her eye not unsimilar to the one a cat would give a canary. He was all by his lonesome, and by his own choice as far as Nika could tell. His mind seemed to be whirling, now with what she couldn't be sure, but she could only assume it was a 'the weight of the world on is my shoulders' complex or train of thought. Men like Sebastian were always the same. Noble to their core, duty, honor, and whatnot. It was their reason for getting up in the morning. Their cause. It was down right pathetic. They so often forgot to enjoy life in their fight to preserve it. Yes. It was hunters like him that died young, and were replaced by the next noble yet eager leader.

Nika snorted and smiled a grim smile. Button time. There were just too many buttons to push with people like him, even more than there were buttons on the man's clean and crisp uniform. Which one would have the pleasure of being first? She chose to push the sex button. It was her favorite button to push after all.

She traipsed over to Sebastian, a sly smile alight on her face, her hands shoved deep into her grey checked white fur coat she had had made from a Werewolf's skin she had hunted while it was still in form; her black boot heels clicking all the way. "Could I trouble you for a light?" She purred seductively, knowing full and well he did in fact smoke. Nika was confident Sebastian wouldn't immediately send her away as she frequently sold him weapons for his and his hunters arsenals, and they were over due for an upgrade. The woman ran her seemingly delicate hand through her pixie cropped brown hair that was accented with highlights of cherry red today, stopping to twirl a strand of it around her finger; and batted her emerald green eyes framed by dark, featherduster like lashes at him.

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Bellingstone's appointed sheriff tilted his head back to ease the last few drops of coffee down into his throat. He thought, with a slight laugh of amusement, that the time in which it took him to drink the entire cup had to be a new record or something. The bitter taste of his black coffee still clung to his breath as he sighed lightly and set the cup down on the concrete beside his left boot. Seb crossed his arms over his chest, sighing lightly as he looked down at the street again. Subconsciously, as his mind wandered, the Hunter's hand drifted toward the pocket against his thigh which always contained a lighter and a handful of cigarettes.

He glanced around quickly, feeling them beneath his fingers. Smoking hadn't been outlawed around workplaces, thankfully, but he knew he never really wanted anyone besides his Hunters to see him with a lit cigarette between his teeth. Besides, who would trust a man who used to smoke more than a pack a day? Certainly not most of the little town's citizens. It was still early enough for him to pull out a cigarette and light it between his teeth without anyone realizing. He breathed in, slowly, sucking in the smoke as if savoring the taste, and then removed the lit cigarette to breathe out. A long, thin trail of smoke passed through his parted lips. Once it had ceased to exist, he took another drag and nearly choked upon his breath when he noticed Nika striding over.

Most men would have looked up quickly, given her a set of widened eyes, and then try to use a pick-up line that had been used so many times, it was more of a joke now that anything. In that case, then, Sebastian was not most men. She was attractive, of course, and he wouldn't deny it. In fact, he'd agree with you (a bit reluctantly, nevertheless). But, Seb had never been the type of guy for relationships. They were sappy, too emotional, and who the hell had time for emotion anymore? Besides, he had better things to do than sit around and fall in love. There would be a time for that later in life, after he'd achieved what he wanted to achieve. For now, the werewolves and vampires of Bellingstone were what stood in his way. Feeling a bit more relaxed around her since he knew she wouldn't go talking about him, Seb placed the cigarette between his lips again and casually regarded Nika.

The sound of her boot heels tapping against the worn concrete of the pavement instigated an eye-roll from Sebastian as he glanced down at the coffee cup by his feet. "Could I trouble you for a light?" purred Nika, running a hand a bit too seductively through her short brown locks. Seb pressed his tongue against his cheek as he released another mouthful of smoke.

"I didn't know you smoked," he replied in a gravelly monotone, an eyebrow raised slightly. Regardless, he reached back into his pocket and removed a cigarette along with his lighter, which he tossed at Nika. He certainly wasn't going to send her off, seeing as she was one of his largest weapons distributors. He'd even used a few of the guns she'd been selling for a few cop calls, but he wouldn't tell anyone that.

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Nika resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I know we aren't best gal pal's or anything but you'd think you'd pick up on something like that." She responded, tone heavily drenched in sarcasm and sass. She placed the cigarette between her teeth, leaving a pink lipstick stain on the filter as she flicked the lighter to the tip, lighting it, and took a long drag before puffing out some mildly impressive smoke rings. There was just something about Nika. Most weren't sure quite what it was that drew them to her, but there was definitely something....it was easier to guess what in moments like this.

"Thanks by the way." She smiled with feigned sincerity at the officer though he'd never know it. It was nothing against him per say, she feigned sincerity to everyone. Nika just didn't possess the ability for genuine emotion anymore. Every step that carried her each day bore an unaccustomed pain in something she would have supposed she would call her soul. Had her soul not already been beaten out of her.

It was then a devious grin crawled up her face, reaching her eyes. "Might interest you to know that despite our not being chummy, I noticed you only smoke when no one is looking, barring your precious hunter groupies of course." Nika said, silky smooth timbre to her voice. "Public imagery concerns aside, I think it makes you look devilishly sexy." She took this opportunity to wink at the leader, then her eyes trailed up and down his frame, gaze lingering on the way his slacks were painted on his hips. Nika's lips curved lazily, her eyes became hooded as they reached his face, and she had sex written all over her posture. "But I am here to talk work, not...pleasure." She took another drag from her borrowed cigarette, shorter than the last. "I got a new shipment of weaponry in I think might interest you..." Nika's voice trailed off, teasing him with the information.

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The sun appeared with reluctance, sending out the first of its rays from beyond the mountainous horizon. Nika watched as the light watered down the inky darkness of the previous night, hues of red and orange layering atop each other as the world turned to another day, and it was time for the two of them to get to their day jobs.

Hues of golden rod splashed across her and Sebastian's bodies as he steered the conversation to its conclusion. Nika pursed her lips together into devil-may-care grin, practically purring she was so pleased, her gaze grazing Sebastian's facial features. "Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" She arched a single elegant dark eyebrow suggestively, leaning a shoulder against the brick building, protruding her hip out. Nika hoped the lure of a shiny new gun would be enough incentive for him to swallow his resistance, and agree.

She looked at the officer appraisingly. Analysing everything about him, his posture, tone, choice of words, he had to know she was doing it, she would work out just who Sebastian was, then she would carefully calculate her seduction. Nika would be damned if she'd let the leader escape the notch of her headboard.

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Seb followed Nika's gaze toward the sun as it slowly pushed above the horizon. His green eyes squinted slightly and he was forced to put an arm up and shield his hues from the rising ball of gas in the sky. As if on cue, a few cars stopped in front of the police station on the street. From them emerged a few uniformed men and then some other unknown people, probably some vacationers or citizens...they were all the same to him. The only ones he cared to remember in this town were the werewolves, vampires, and his own Hunters.

His gaze returned to Nika's as she turned back to face him, pursuing her lips and...purring? Well, he'd certainly experienced weirder phenomena before. When you'd seen men turn to wolves before your eyes, a few semi-unnatural sounds of pleasure just didn't have the same surprising factor. He could feel her eyes scanning his sharp facial features and looked her straight in the eye, his gaze unwavering.

"Wouldn't dream of it angel cake. Does that mean you are coming over to my place tonight?" she cooed, arching a thin eyebrow in a suggestive manner whilst pressing one shoulder against the brick of the police station. He sighed quietly, wishing she would just drop the matter all together. Her sexual advances made him a bit...uncomfortable in a way that worried him slightly. He'd never felt this uncomfortable before and he detested it. It's for the gun...it's for the gun, he thought, attempting to convince him the pros were outweighing the cons. Of course, he would have to give some to gain some. He crouched down to pick up his coffee cup and stood up again, brushing the bottom off with a sweep of his hand.

"Yeah, I guess it does," he replied, his voice void of emotion. "...I won't be able to stay for long though. I've got other...things to do." Hoping she wouldn't be able to detect the lies, he cleared his throat quickly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend to." With a final glance at her, Sebastian turned and walked to the door, which he pulled out quickly before slipping inside. Despite the hour, the station was already teeming with other people, either waiting in chairs or talking with others. Bellingstone's police headquarters was small with a front room, four temporary holding cells, and a few legal buildings attached on. There were a few interrogation rooms here and there but Bellingstone didn't even have its own coroner or any sort of analyst, really. The crime rate was low enough that there was no real need for though occupations. In fact, the police squad consisted of only four others: two middle aged men, a cocky younger male, and one female. It was one of the middle aged men whom Sebastian first addressed.

"How are things going...?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at the amount of people inside of the front room. The man, a bit out of shape yet still ruddy faced and young in appearance, looked up and smiled quickly at Seb who didn't return the smile.

"They're going good...the others have things covered." His reply was quick as he looked about the room again. "You're heading out to watch the highway, right?" Sebastian cursed mentally and then feigned a smile. He'd hoped the man would forget about the highway duty for one Sunday. Even as the appointed sheriff, Seb couldn't stand patrolling the highway each and every week.

"Yeah, I'm heading out there now," he replied, turning to leave and get back into his truck. Slamming the door behind him, he settled into the faux leather seating and pulled the seat belt across his torso. He needed to kill some time...what would work? Tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, he thought for a few moments. Suddenly, he grabbed his old phone- which was quite dated as compared to most phones- and typed up a quick text to his deputy, Alarick. "Gotta kill some time. Where are you?" With that typed, he sent the message and leaned back against his seat to wait for a response.

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Alarick’s expression changed immediately as he noticed Annelise wicking away tears that were welling at the corner of her eyes. It was odd to see her somewhat melancholy so suddenly. Yet he had to remind himself that she was young, and apparently had numerous emotions rolling through like a sea during the storm.
Unfortunately his mind was pulled away from his pensive thoughts as another woman sauntered through with a vulpine grace. Oh Alarick gave her a look and an inevitable smile. “Anything for a beautiful lady as yourself,” those words purred from his lips- that Italian accent rumbling somewhat seductively. Yes he used his heritage like some romance-novel styled weapon, but it seemed to get results and that was all that mattered. As she sauntered on by and took a seat next to a man at the counter he found himself a bit bemused. The fellow in the EMT outfit was Lassiter Declan. The only reason he knew that was because he sometimes frequented the ER when he needed a bit of extra money. Actually he never needed the extra money, but it helped when one was on the lookout for fang or claw marks. Then there was the gorgeous blonde next to him- she owned a bar- Alarick knew that because he found himself not only finding her curves alluring but her cocktails equally so.

“Want a booth Annelise?” He questioned but didn’t wait for a response as he took one nearest the door and flopped down in the seat. The leather squealed underneath him, and inevitably settled in the way that cheap booths do. “Oh look- French toast- you like that right?” Annelise was different than the majority of women that Alarick had anything to do with, because honestly he didn’t want to sleep with her. She was sweet, naïve, and a shining beacon of how they should be. So instead of speaking to her in sultry tones with overwhelming charm- he treated her like he would his kid sister. “Look is everything alright-?” Alarick questioned and then immediately felt his butt vibrate. He glanced down and began feeling about his pants for his phone. He fished the fancy smartphone from the depths of his blue jeans and checked his messages. “Oh hey- Sebastian.” He mused.

‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ He texted back. Not one for paraphrasing words. Yes it made his texting times draw out into long narratives about his day or feelings, but at least there was no question about what he meant. “Looks like we might get company.”


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The generic ringing of Sebastian's phone sounded and he glanced quickly down at the little flip phone that he held in his lap. In a fluid motion, he flipped the small device open and then opened up Alarick's text message. His eyes scanned the words quickly and then he rolled them at the winking face at the end. Alarick never did seem to take anything seriously, even though he was deputy of the Bellingstone Hunters. Regardless, and even though Seb wouldn't admit it, maybe it was this humor that kept Sebastian sane. But, no one would ever really be able to be sure because Seb wasn't the kind of man to admit a weakness. Admitting you needed another soul to keep you sane surely had to be a weakness, no?

‘At that main street diner with Annelise. Come kill time with us. I haven’t seen your pretty face in a while. ;) That and I think I’m onto something.’ Seb smiled slightly, the corners of his thin lips turning upward ever so slightly. Yes, he had had some suspicions about the diner. Well, actually, they weren't related to the diner. Instead, they had been focused on the man who owned the diner; his name was Axel and he'd lived here since childhood. Granted, this wouldn't seem odd but what was odd was that the man had a reputation of disappearing every full moon and returning the next morning disheveled and exhausted. Sebastian had kept track and he was certain- well, almost certain- that the man had to be a werewolf. The fact that Alarick was "on to something" simply piqued his interest even further.

Sebastian turned his key in the ignition of the truck and it roared to life. Pushing his foot against the gas pedal, the truck started forward down the street and toward the main road on which the diner was located. Parallel parking the large truck before the diner, Seb nearly slammed his fist against the wheel. He'd never been good at doing this and he shouldn't even have to parallel park. He lived in a small town, for Christ's sake. Just as he nearly slammed the bumper of his car into the front of another car, he stomped on the brakes and forced the truck to stop where it was. The keys were pulled from the ignition and shoved into Seb's pocket as he flung the door open and stepped out beside his truck.

Seb passed by the front of his truck and started toward the front door which, as opened, signaled a small, tinkling bell. The sound caused his to roll his light blue eyes quickly. Honestly, what was the point in such a thing? If you couldn't hear the door opening, why would you be able to hear a bell ringing? With his hands shoved into his pockets, Sebastian looked around the diner for Alarick. His ego seemed to radiate off of him by the way he held himself upright and pushed his hair back slightly and it would certainly earn him quite a few glares or odd looks but, hell, he could care less. Eventually, he noticed Alarick sitting at a booth and, across from him, Annelise. Both seemed to be in conversation so he stayed silent as he walked up from behind and stood in front of the table.

"Morning, Alarick," he greeted, nodding at the man. He turned to Annelise and also nodded at her. "Morning, Annelise." Deciding he really didn't need to press himself up against Alarick on his side of the booth, Sebastian sat down on Annelise's side and tapped his fingers lightly against the table before looking back to Alarick. "Well, now you've got a nice view of my pretty face," he commented, smiling subtly at his own joke. "And the winky face was a nice touch..." He smile fell and he cleared his throat quickly before speaking again. "So...you're on to something?" Without even thinking, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he slipped it between his lips and started to take a drag, disregarding the laws against smoking in restaurants in Pennsylvania. It was as if, in his mind, being part of the police force meant all laws didn't apply to him.

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Alarick’s brow rose at Annelise’s obvious giddiness at the idea of ‘company’. “Yes- it seems like our favorite person is going to join us for breakfast. Maybe you’ll stop looking so gloomy?” He probed once again. Sebastian was everyone’s knight in shining armor- or at least in regards to The Hunt business he was. Oh Alarick treated the man as if he was his brother, and honestly it was only blood that separated them in that regard. Yet he noticed how everyone’s eyes lit up when he was about and maybe that was because he had given them hope in such a dark time.

He had just turned fifteen when it had happened- when his entire world had crashed all around him in a fiery blaze. Alarick remembered sitting at the police station with blood soaking his arms and legs- his father’s blood- and listening to the cops talk in hushed voices about how the entire scene was ‘fucked up’. His father was in pieces on the floor, his mother’s head was a box (her body was never found), and Alarick covered in gashes. He could still remember the feeling of the creature’s tongue along those long and bloodied welts, and it haunted him to this day.

In the end Alarick had come into the service of Sebastian several years later as he had been handed off from family member to family member until he turned eighteen. He had been given the option- finally- to rectify the wrong that had been made upon him so many years ago. Only a few things in this world made him happy again- truly happy not the humoring façade- and that was enacting justice upon those ‘creatures’ of the world.
Speaking of which he glanced up and looked around the diner in an attempt to get the waiter’s eye- and found a nice little cluster of folks at the counter. Those eyes narrowed and he tried to take into account all of those conglomerating around.

About that time his vision was crowded by the figure of Sebastian- and Alarick offered a rather polite grin as the other man scooted in next to Annelise. “Morning.”
“Of course- you do brighten my day, Sunshine.” He returned in kind. Yet his attention was drawn away as Sebastian pulled out his cigarette and began lighting it. The man’s eyes pressed against the counter and he offered a rather playful sigh. “See the brunette up there- the one besides the EMT- happen to know who she is? I’m considering asking her out.” He paused, “I wonder if all her friends would mind.” It was then he pushed a rather knowing glance towards Sebastian.

Alarick didn’t want to blatantly state: ‘there are a lot of people over there- I’m thinking pack mentaility- and you know what that means: werewolves.’


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Annelise growled at Alarick's comment about looking gloomy, "This is just my face.." She murmured unhappily, fearing people, well Alarick since she didn't speak to anyone else much, would figure out her secret love. She never bothered to call it a crush, because it wasn't. She had crushes before and they went away after a week or two, but this feeling never left after years and it wouldn't any time soon, she just hoped if Sebastian ever found it wouldn't be rejection. Annelise didn't know if she could handle that along with the death of her father..

She tapped her foot anxiously, ignoring the annoying squeaks of the seat as she chewed her lip and sighed. When she laid her forehead down on her folded up arms Annelise almost fell asleep, gasping slightly as she heard Sebastian's soothing voice beside her. "Morning, Alarick. Morning, Annelise." Her body jolted up, sitting straight as she smiled at her leader and successfully hiding her blush. "Morning.." She replied, almost a whisper as she moved over to make room for him. For a few moments she watched Sebastian as he talked with Alarick, before giving up and laying her head back down. At the sound of Alarick inquiring about the girl she scoffed, "Pfft, liar.. You wanted to tell him something else too.." She yawned, lifting her head again as she looked at the two with a smirk.

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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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Annelise cringed at the tension in the air, rigid as she sat squished between Sebastian and the window. She didn't like the behavior between the two, she didn't need one of the few people she had left to be murdered by some stupid wolf, it happened before already. In fact, she didn't like being in the diner at all, the only reason she wasn't having a panic attack was because of Sebastian and Alarick. Looking up, she handed her menu to Axel. "French toast." She muttered, monotonous as she retracted her hand quickly and went back to her hunched over position. She sighed and chewed her fingernails anxiously, tapping her feet to the beat of a song in her head.

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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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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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Alarick smirked wildly at Annelise’s comment. “Ah yes.” With that he brought his digits to the zipper on his jacket and slowly slid it down to reveal the pale grey shirt with the glittery emblazoned ‘Princess’ underneath a low sweeping neck. One could get an eyeful of his well sculpted chest but honestly he lost any sort of allure with the sparkling words underneath them. “I do believe she means to say that I am a damn Princess.” He paused for a moment as he zipped his jacket back up- seeming almost distraught at Sebastian’s next words, “and really-? You think-? I am a lot tougher than I look but they do look like they have a nasty set of fangs on them.” He offered his bright smile with his flat canines and glittering eyes. He couldn’t say the same of the man that approached them though, and Alarick let his smile fade into a look of just the usual morning pleasantries.

“Sebastian be nice,” Alarick chastised somewhat playfully before he turned to the waiter. “You will have to excuse the Sheriff he is not a morning person- or a day person, or a night person for that matter.” While it seemed as if Alarick was undermining his superior- all he was doing was attempting to drum up pleasant conversation in an attempt to soften up an edge in Sebastian’s mannerisms. While he was assured that the sheriff could get in the diner at any time just by flashing a knowing smile and a badge- Alarick wished to return un-harassed.
Yet their waiter’s lack of response in regards to the female at the counter near about made the half-Italian grin in his most Cheshire manner. Those words practically screamed: ‘I werewolf all the werewolf with the other werewolves in the werewolf werewolf.’ Yet Alarick just shrugged. Apparently he would have to do this the hard way, and to be honest- sometimes the hard way was the most fun. Either way he offered his eyes back to the menu for a moment before speaking. “I would like an egg over easy with a side of bacon. You only live once might as well enjoy the wonderful gift called: cho-les-ter-ol. Molto delizios. And some cranberry juice if you have it- if not water works fine.”

Alarick’s eyes inevitably flicked over to notice the steady stream of patrons entering the establishment and found his lips pursing a bit as a notable face crossed the threshold. Yet he said nothing, and instead just closed his menu and set it rather flatly against the table.


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Axel glanced at Annelise as she spoke, her voice sounding forced and a bit uneasy as she handed him the menu. He nodded, acknowledging her order, and wedged the menus of Sebastian and Annelise under his left armpit while he scribbled on to his notepad with his right hand, recording what she had asked for. The alpha male then turned his gaze to Alarick, pen pressed against the paper he held with one eyebrow cocked as if silently urging him to speak. He didn't have all day, of course. The sound of the door opening piqued his interest and he swung his head around to view a young male entering. His scent was obviously that of a werewolf but, with great effort, he managed to keep himself composed as his inner wolf seemed to command him to investigate. As he continued watching, he felt a gentle hand against his shoulder. Axel swiveled his head quickly to catch a glimpse of Caro as she shot him a bright, cheerful smile and placed a quick, friendly kiss against his cheek.

"See you later, Ax."

"See you, too, Caro," he replied, nudging his shoulder gently against hers in the friendliest way possible, seeing as he really had no other way to say goodbye.

"Sebastian, be nice," said a voice as the other man at the table pipped up, apparently responding to the other man's comments and actions. He turned to face Axel, then, and gave a quick little apology to which Axel smiled and shrugged a shoulder.

"I've dealt with worse," he said simply, shooting the briefest of glares at Sebastian in a way that seemed nearly childish. The man, Sebastian, on the other hand seemed rigid and expressionless as he looked down at the tabletop and pressed his tongue against his cheek. The second man looked at his menu again and then spoke.

"I would like an egg over easy with a side of bacon. You only live once might as well enjoy the wonderful gift called: cho-les-ter-ol. Molto delizios. And some cranberry juice if you have it- if not water works fine." Axel watched as the man's eyes moved toward the door and then back at the menu, which he placed against the table. Slowly, the alpha reached over to grab the menu and tucked it under his arm with the other two, still smiling slightly while giving a quick laugh at the man's comment.

"Can't argue with that," he joked. In fact, bacon sounded absolutely wonderful at that point, having neglected to grab any sort of breakfast before leaving his home. Maybe he'd have to cook some up for himself. Regardless, he scribbled down the dark haired man's order and started toward the kitchen, dropping off the menus by the door first.

From the kitchen, as he cracked a few eggs over a pan with ease, Axel could see the man from the door slowly taking a seat in a stiff, awkward manner that obviously conveyed uneasiness and worry. There was no doubt in Axel's mind that this man was a werewolf, just as he was. The mannerisms, the uneasiness, everything just added up. A snarl formed on the man's lips as Axel walked out from the kitchen to run by Jo's spot, wondering what on Earth she had meant to tell him. As he approached her seat, he leaned against the surface in front of her and smiled quickly. "What's up?"

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Sara stood, rooted to the sidewalk, a her frame rigid as a board, "Oh honey, you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into. You'll regret this, and if he sinks so low as to sleep with you, he'll come running to me, begging to give him the greatest night of his life. Just you wait and see." the vampire said, before scurrying off. Sara stared out in a haze, struggling to differentiate all the emotions she was feeling at the moment. Distraught the two month anniversary of her family's death, utter fear from seeing the Hunters in the diner, disgust and malevolence towards the female vampire from how she was shamelessly flirting with the werewolf who obviously had no interest in her, and searing white hot anger towards the vampire for how she talked to her.

She took a few shaky breaths, trying to calm herself down, knowing if she let her emotions get to the better of her, she would phase in public. While taking a breath, she heard a small voice behind her, "Sara? Is everything alright, sweetheart?" she heard the voice say. She blinked, taking a moment to recognize the voice, before placing it as Leanna's. She turned, quickly wiping her face, as her anger had caused her to tear up, "O-oh.. Hey Leanna.. I-I.. I'm fine.. I was just heading to work." she said, her voice sounding scratchy and strained, as she have an obviously forced smile, hoping her previous apha hadn't heard the little scuffle with the vampire Sara had just had.

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There suddenly seemed to be a thousand pairs of eyes on Sebastian, all boring into him like piercing daggers. He clasped his hands together and clenched them tightly until his knuckles turned almost white. A brief glimpse up showed him that this man, Axel, as the patrons at the diner seemed to call him, was glaring fiercely at him. Seb lowered his gaze again and looked to the tabletop, pressing his tongue against his cheek as the others ordered. It took quite a lot of effort to keep himself from lashing out at the werewolf. Hell, he could have easily taken him down then and there. As if for safety measures, his hand reached down and brushed against his pistol, loaded already with a clip of silver bullets. Finally, Axel picked up the menus and moved away to the kitchen.

Sebastian looked up, then around at the others in the diner, his gaze piercing and analytical. The closeness of the patrons at the diner was almost sickeningly sweet. He'd learned, from a young age, to never put that much trust in another person. The only person you needed to trust was yourself. That was all that mattered. Reluctantly, he moved the hand from his gun and placed it on top of the table with his other hand. As he tapped his ten digits against the surface, he looked up at Alarick and laughed quickly.

"Well, I always knew you were the more feminine of the group," he chided, commenting on the shirt worn beneath Alarick's jacket. In response to the comment he made in the werewolves, Seb glanced around quickly and added in an undertone: "they'd probably rip your throat out." His fingers stopped tapping against the table in agitation for a few moments as he turned to Annelise and looked down at her, hunched over and chewing at her nails. His brow furrowed slightly and then he raised one eyebrow. "Are you alright?" he asked suddenly.

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"Are you alright?" Annelise flinched as she heard Sebastian's voice directed towards her, torn from her frantically wandering mind. She looked up from the nail she was examining, working furiously to try and trim them down with her teeth so they were all even although she knew it would never happen. As she looked up into Sebastian's eyes her position changed in a matter of seconds, straightening her back and placing her feet flat on the floor while the anxious tapping of her feet ceased.

"Uh.. F-Fine." The brunette murmured, her attitude towards Sebastian completely different than when Alarick asked the same. "Just..." Annelise started, her voice trailing off as she looked around the now heavily inhabited diner. "Them." She finished, her voice getting caught in her throat due to the immense fear she was experiencing. Only when she heard her own voice did she realize that her body was trembling, overwhelmed by a mixture of emotions. She relaxed slowly, embarrassed by her own actions as she tore her eyes from Sebastian. "Sorry.." Annelise whispered hoarsely, staring back down at her nails.

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“You’re a good man,” Alarick remarked with a bright smile and a sense of ease. Why would he tense? These people no more knew who he truly was than what was happening on the Pacific Coast at this moment. So why not seem friendly and astute? Truth be told he was aspiring to hopefully befriend at least one of these pack members so he could keep eyes on them better. While it was assured the vampires were more his motif for revenge- it was probably for the best that he be kept away from arm’s length of them. Werewolves were equally as dangerous, and substantially more ‘human’ to deal with. While they didn’t seem to trust anyone easily outside their own pack- they still had to put on a façade of being normal ole humans. Vampires were a bit harder to infiltrate as they seemed to have a bit of an- ah- air of superiority about them. Alarick unfortunately got fed up with that a bit too quickly.

As their waiter sauntered off Alarick glanced between Sebastian and Annelise with mild amusement. “And this is why I love you- mi amore. You always love to push buttons.” It was then he winked at Sebastian, “ah is that a compliment- are you going to ask me out next?” Alarick purred a bit at the other’s mention of him being the most feminine of the group. Yes he always flirted a bit with their leader, but never in seriousness. He was a lady’s man to the end, and it was that confidence in his sexuality that allowed him to tease others. Honestly he had played the part of a homosexual more than once or twice in his life- all for the sake of his duty.
“Hm- I think anything wants to rip my throat out after some time. It is my dashing good looks, and inability to keep my gun in my pants.” He stated- alluding to both a figurative and literal reference.

Alarick offered a soft frown to Annelise as she seemed to quake with jittery apprehension. “Well we are between you and them- so don’t worry about it.” It was then he paused, “but you really shouldn’t be scared. It’ll draw more attention. And we already got enough when Seb here decided to use the floor as his ashtray.”


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"And this is why I love you- mi amore. You always love to push buttons," Alarick teased lightly, winking quickly. Seb let out a little cross between a scoff and a grunt, rolling his eyes. "Ah- is that a compliment? Are you going to ask me out next?"

"I don't see why I can't smoke in public," he retorted, looking aside before meeting Alarick's gaze. He smiled quickly. Although the smile looked genuine at first, it didn't quite reach his eyes, making it look forced, in that case. The laugh he made at the second part wasn't much of a laugh either, more of a chuff. "Take it anyway you want, Alarick." He raised his brow slightly, grinning a bit further. "Were you hoping I would? Sorry buddy, you're not my type." If there was one human who Seb could actually trust, it would be Alarick. The man was like a close brother almost, even though they never really would admit it in public. He was the only soul Sebastian felt safe letting his guard down around.

"Hm- I think anything wants to rip my throat out after some time. It is my dashing good looks, and inability to keep my gun in my pants." Seb rolled his eyes again, still smirking subtly.

"Mm...I'm about to rip your throat out. It's your wit that keeps you from going six-feet-under." With that, he looked back to Annelise.

Sebastian noticed the sudden shift in position Annelise moved, her posture adjusting quickly as if she were being inspected by a drill sergeant in the army, of something of the sort. His brow furrowed, creasing slightly as he ran a hand through his russet curls, pushing them back along his scalp. He pressed his tongue against the front of his mouth, extending the upper lip slightly as he wondered what on Earth had caused the sudden change. Despite being extremely observant, he could be also be extremely thick-skulled when it came to obvious signs of nervousness or sadness; they were emotions he hadn't experienced as a child. Any sign of these emotions meant the boy was quickly scolded and punished by a position of authority.

"Uh...F-Fine." The girl replied uneasily, her voice just a shaky mumble. "Just..." Again, she trailed off and glanced around, appearing smaller and more frightened each moment. "Them." Seb slowly nodded, a bit understandingly. He could easily remember the times when he was no more older than six and deathly afraid of the same creatures that frightened the seventeen year old Hunter-in-training. He pursed his lips slightly and then clasped his hands together on the table before him, thinking. In fact, he had zoned out so far that he didn't even hear Annelise murmur an apology.

"Well we are between you and them- so don’t worry about it. But you really shouldn’t be scared. It’ll draw more attention. And we already got enough when Seb here decided to use the floor as his ashtray." Alarick responded to Annelise quickly, making a jest about Sebastian, to which the leader gave a quick grunt and mutter.

"...they're a bit unnerving, I agree," he murmured, his deep voice staying low to keep from arousing suspicion. "Look...I have to go on duty soon. Stop by my place after wards and we'll work on target practice, okay? Keep your head on in the mean time." His response wasn't very reassuring, he knew that. Yet, it was the same response any of his relatives would have given him as a boy. Whereas many of Bellingstone's residents may have had normal, loving parents, Sebastian was nothing more than an object to his parents. In reality, he was only alive to keep the Hunters strong and plentiful. He was a disposable tool, more or less. Raised like a soldier, like a cold, hard machine.

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Annelise murmured a second nervous apology at Alarick's comment about drawing attention, blaming herself as she did far too often to be healthy. "I-I just worry because... Dad.." She whispered, not even realizing how quiet she was, nearly inaudible. But she always got like this when she thought about her father. He was her best friend, and all of the sudden he was gone... and it was all because of those STUPID WEREWOLVES. She snarled at the memories, blushing bright red as she realized how she was behaving.

The nineteen year old looked back up at Sebastian telling her to come over, the anger completely gone from her eyes and shining with innocence once again. Although his tone didn't make her feel much better, it was the thought that made her relax. "I.." Annelise murmured, "Ok. Yeah, I'd like that." She said, smiling once again.

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“Not you type? I’m so destroyed.” Alarick pantomimed in complete and utter lack of emotion. Though maybe in some twisted world and in some off-color fantasy he could see such a scene happening. An odd thought mused across his mind about which would be top and bottom before he dashed it to the side. Truth be told Alarick viewed Sebastian more like a brother than anything else. They both came from prominent Hunter families with the same amount of pride and stress placed upon their stalwart shoulders. The only difference in the two was that Sebastian still had the stress of his parents looming over his legacy while Alarick just had his memories to supplement such stress.

“Fine fine- I’ll hush.” Alarick mused- his accent coming out in a layer of thickness that he hadn’t quite used in a while. As Sebastian and Annelise had a somewhat personal powwow- he glanced about the diner. The woman he had been so vivaciously flirting with quickly departed in some flurry of rushed yet exhaustedly so motions. So it was going to be a lot harder than previously realized to cull her into his arms, but he would try to manage it. He watched as another woman entered and canoodled with their waiter, and the other diner patrons mulled around somewhat lifelessly against the background of the less than interesting diner.

The monotony was broken up by their food finally arriving and the man helping himself to such a dish as he glanced as his two compatriots with curious looks. “Oooh~ alone time. How dashing. Hm. I suppose I’ll use my day off to work on my abs- or- attempt to find out where that woman went off too. Or there has been this red head I’ve been eying for a while, but let me not get into that. I have a terrible weak spot for redheads, and I think she may belong to the other team.” Of course he was not referring to the female ‘other team’ but the supernatural one. “Unless you have any specific orders for me- eh? Sheriff Sexy Pants I await your instructions.”



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"Unngh," she groaned, rolling over in her black sheets. The sun was streaming through her first story window, and Ariana knew she had to get up. But she was reluctant. Her head was pounding, and her eyes were blurry when she opened them. Damn, last night was fun. It wasn't often that alcohol affected her enough to give her hangovers. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, letting the sheet fall down to her waist. Her skin was bare, and she surveyed the room sluggishly. There, across the room, was a pair of light gray boxers. The sight made her laugh. Had he actually left those here when she kicked him out last night? Knowing him, he probably did it on purpose, so she would call and have to see him again. Unfortunately for him, she wouldn't. She'd wear them as pajamas.

Ana had trouble even remembering the man's name that had shared her bed last night, but it hardly mattered to her. She crawled out of bed, stretching her arms up toward the ceiling, and yawning loudly. She sauntered over to her closet, and threw the double doors open. Almost every article of clothing was black, and she combed through the hangers, searching for a suitable outfit. She slipped on a pair of fishnets, and a tight black skirt over top. A long sleeved black v-neck completed her look, and she slipped on some black heeled booties. She surveyed herself in the mirror, and nodded approvingly. Her dark eye make up was slightly smudged, but it didn't bother her. It would do.

She exited her apartment, locking it behind her, and walked out into the sunlight. Her hair was tangled and frazzled, but it just added to her look. Her black clothing always made her skin look even more white, and it gleamed in the sunlight. As she strode down the sidewalk, her phone began to buzz. She slipped it out of her wristlet to check the name. It simply read Tommy. Oh right, that was his name. She hit ignore and slipped it back inside. She probably shouldn't have taken advantage of him the way she did, but it was too late for her to have regrets. She'd probably break his heart, but he would learn to not sleep around so easily next time. A life lesson that everyone had to learn at some point.

She approached the diner, and was contemplating breakfast, when she looked in the window and spotted three of her fellow hunters. Sebastian, Alarick, and Annelise. Her stomach decided to rumble loudly just then, and that solidified her decision. She entered the door, making the bell dingle. She didn't hesitate at the entrance, and walked straight over to the booth her friends were sitting at. Sebastian was sitting next to Annelise, making the only open spot next to Alarick. She sat down next to him, her arm brushing his slightly. "Morning boys... Annelise," she said, another yawn escaping her mouth.

The plates of food made her practically drool, so she reached over to Rick's plate and grabbed a piece of bacon and began munching on it. It tasted absolutely delicious. "I see I wasn't invited to the party..." she said, the tone in her voice implying she actually wasn't hurt about it at all. She took another bite, chewing it slowly before swallowing. The four of them sitting at the booth made quite an interesting sight. Seb was their leader, and a bit of a workaholic. He took everything too seriously, including himself. Yet their was a reason he was their leader. His skills were unmatched by all of them combined. Annelise was a young, naive girl. Ariana thought the girl didn't exactly have what it takes to become a hunter. She was sweet, and Ariana generally liked her, but not as a hunter. But around these parts, family and heritage meant a lot, and so she was here. Rick was probably most like Ariana with their personalities. They both drank too much, slept around, and seemed not to have any cares. He was her favorite.

"So, what's the cause for the party, huh?" she asked, finishing off the piece of bacon and wanting to steal another piece from Rick's plate.