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Welcome to Bellingstone

Bellingstone, Pennsylvania

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a part of Welcome to Bellingstone, by Scarlet Loup.

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Scarlet Loup holds sovereignty over Bellingstone, Pennsylvania, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Sebastian Harding [99] "Don't get too close, it's dark inside. It's where my demons hide."
Annelise Laustsen [95] "I can stand up for myself just fine!"
Sara YasmineJay [86] "Don't act like you care when it's clear that you don't"
Derek Hale [81] "Shut up or I'm gonna rip your throat out with my teeth."
Axel Jaeger Wolff [71] "A wolf's pack is his family."
Caroline King [64] "I often find words can be as sharp as claws or as painful as a bullet."
ALARICK MORGENSTERN [61] "They say we are slaves to our own devices- well good thing mine are being exceedingly handsome and rich."
Samuel Xavier Pierce [57] "Peace, not war, is what will make Bellingstone survive and prosper."
Leighton Harding [45] Every story has an ending...but in life, every ending is just a new begining...
Isabella Gabrielle Clarke [40] "I won't repeat the same mistakes twice."

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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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Livius had been stuck in his office at the bank doing work and right when he was about to leave a last minute appointment was rearranged. Mrs. Thompson, who was a lower class mother of four, pleaded for more time to pay this month's mortgage bill. If she did not pay it her house would be forclosed. He listened to her make her promises but he frankly did not care. He knew that the woman's daughter had been diagnosed with Leukemia six months ago and they had been struggling to meet bills for quite some time. He liked Mrs. Thompson's daughter for she reminded him of his sister, the one he had lost so many years ago. Perhaps that stirred pity in his heart. He took out his checkbook to sign two checks, then placing it in front of the woman.

"One of these checks is for one hundred and fifty thousand dollars. It will be more then enough to pay off the loan entirely. Consider it a grant. The second is an early birthday gift for your daughter. It is a check for eighty thousand dollars." He told the woman. For the next ten minutes she thanked him but he cut it short to leave to run his own arrands. Before leaving the bank he picked up a box that had been delivered. He then walked into the parking lot, got into his mustang mach 1, put the box on shotgun, and then began to drive to the auto machanics while booming Andrea Brocelli.

After diving slowly and leisurely through the streets of the town he finally arrived at the shop that Cristine worked at. His car needed an oil change though that was not the only reason he came. He took out the box, which was actually filled with twenty wolf spiders, and began to dump them near a hole into the garage. He knew how much Cristine hated spiders though he found her reactions hilarious. He got back into his car, tossing the now empty box in the shotgun again, and began to honk in a musical pattern as he waited for her.

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Benny was used to life as a war of attrition, a struggle for survival. The nature of Lafitte's particular beast was instinctive, swift, vicious, and beguiling. It was his advantage. But here? Here he was supposed to be just another hapless man. A man with no memory of the wide, terrified and desperate gaze of a girl he loved, her face ashen under grime and blood streaks; frozen in her final moments. A man with no memory of the blood that permeated the flesh of his very own two hands from the whirlpool of his victims. No, he was just supposed to be a man. A human...and It was dangerous to linger on such thoughts...

He turned his attention back to his Gumbo, wincing only slightly when he spotted a whole bay leaf floating amoungst all the other herbs and spices, and moved toward fishing it out as covertly as he could. Benny worked in a small, darkly lit little diner on the edge of town called the Ragin' Cajun. It was as close to Louisiana as this New Orelean's native was going to get out here. The snow fall alone was enough to have him prepared to pack his things up, and retreat back south, but he knew it was better this way. Better to be far from home.

"Another." Benny heard a voice call from a stool at the end of the bar/counter. The waitress' seemed to have their hands full at the moment, bustling about the room, refilling empty cups and scooping up empty plates, so he took it upon himself to pour this man another cup of coffee, black as sin, even if it wasn't in his job description. "Comin' right up." Benny responded in a voice that broke like dry wood, his usual warm southern lilt hollow with heart ache.
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Derek was 'glad' to have left Beacon Hills. Why would you want to be in a place that is home to the single worst memory of your existence? His well worn nike tennis shoes pounded against the wet and salted pavement of the road leading into Bellingstone, his heart keeping time with beats that matched his steps. He was donned in navy blue sweat pants but had shed his matching hoodie long ago, now only covered by his form fitting white ribbed tank top. As a born Werewolf, his average body tempeture was much higher than the average human's, this cold winter air didn't break his sweat.

There were a mirade of memories running rampant in Derek's mind as jogged that morning. He flashed back to staring at the scorched walls of the Hale house from the porch. He wanted to look away, but when he attempted looking past the building, his eyes kept drifting to the charcoal walls obscuring his right peripheral. They were still kind of sturdy, that is to say they held up the roof. What was left of it anyway. Derek knew, from growing up happily there the previous years, that the house had actually been a creamy shade of white with blue shutters on the windows. Now everything was covered in varying shades of gray and black....and there in the door way stood his father.
That wasn't right...his memories were getting jumbled together now. His father died in that fire.

"Derek."

Derek nearly jumped right out of his skin, obviously startled by his father's voice. Mr. Hale just smiled happily at the lone wolf who was now attempting to appear thoroughly unimpressed. "Good morning, Sourwolf!" "Go away, Dad." Derek replied turning back into the darkness of his house. He wanted this flash back or hallucination to dissipate. Now. "Hey!" His father called, waving the container he'd apparently been holding this whole time as he trailed after the younger wolf. "Is that how you treat people who bring you things?" Derek paused, turning around slowly. He glanced warily at the man and then at the item in his hands. "What is it." The younger male asked without inflection. "That is not a question, Sour Wolf." Mr. Hale pointed out. "Go away, Dad." Derek repeated, turning back again, pain seeping into his voice. "Wait! I brought you actual food!" His father said, walking up to the lone wolf. "Actual food." Derek said. Once again making it a statement rather than a question. "Yes, you don't eat nearly enough anymore since me and your mom died. I had her whip you up your old favorite, baked Rabbit." He explained, holding the container out. Derek's ice chip eyes flickered to it momentarily before returning to his fathers honey brown ones. "Derek...I-"

It was then the loud blarring of a car horn snapped Derek from his day dream. He had made it all the way into town now, and apparently crossed too far toward the center of the street. The driver finally laid off his horn long enough to flip Derek a choice finger, and speed away. The werewolf let out a puff of hot air angrily, vapor trails lingering around his mouth, before continuing his run. Normally he would have bypassed the actual town itself all together, and jogged on the outskirts, that was his usual route; but he was here now. Might as well.

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As a teenager, Caroline King gained a reputation of being a little bit lazy, although she would argue with whichever set of foster parents brought the topic up, that she was not lazy, she just liked to sleep, she wouldn’t divulge that in her dreams she had a real family, her reality, quite frankly sucked. From being a mere toddler to the age of sixteen, Caroline had been with eight different pairs of foster parents, granted, they weren’t monsters, they never abused her but after a few months or years, in some cases, just when she began to feel settled she would move, at first she would scream bloody murder but after a while she became indifferent. Caro did her best to supress the feeling of abandonment but ultimately it was the only thing that played on her mind before she fell asleep on an evening, her birth parents had abandoned her and so had everyone else. It was safe to say at this point in her life, Caroline was a bitter girl; thing became even more difficult when she hit puberty, when you already think you’re a freak and then suddenly on a full moon you transform into a wolf, its just what any thirteen year old girl wants. Ashamed, Caroline somehow managed to keep this part of her life a secret, until just shy of her seventeenth birthday; after a full moon, Caro had dragged her aching body home, where she was ultimately confronted by her foster-parents, to their credit they had just been extremely worried about her, but still an argument ensued and as her temper rose, she felt herself beginning to transform, that was the first time she had ever gone through a transformation outside of a full moon, after that she fled, too scared to face them. After that she travelled the states for a while, until she caught wind of a small town nestled in the Appalachian Mountains, called Bellingstone, a supposed ‘safe haven’ for supernatural beings, did that mean there were many more like her?

Nearly immediately after arriving, an elderly lady took her in and for once she felt a sense of belonging. Pack life was everything she had ever wanted, for the first time she had a family; life was perfect, it still was, although she missed very little about her old life, Caro did wish she could sleep like she use to. Here she was on a relatively nice April, Sunday morning, sat up in bed, despite her shift having gone on till the early hours of the morning, awake far earlier than she had original intended on being awake. Caro had gotten home at around three am that morning, her bar, self-titled ‘Caro’s’ was the hub of the town on Friday and Saturday nights, which often lead her to extend the opening hours by a few hours, not that she minded really, she enjoyed making people happy, Bellingstone had quickly brought out that side of her, these people were her family, she would do anything for them.

She had no particular plans on how to spend her Sunday, although it would most definitely begin with a delicious breakfast at Axels diner and since she didn’t have to be at the bar until that evening, that left her time to do anything else she fancied, whatever got her out of the house. Solitude was a provoking state, some times she sought it out and other times, like today, she wanted to be farther from it as possible; although she had found a family within her pack, a part of her desperately longed for a family of her own, you know, a loving husband, white-picket fence, 2.5 kids, the whole package, yet she figured it would come to her eventually…good things come to those who wait, right?

Throwing back the covers, Caroline threw her legs over the side of the bed, her feet seeking out her slippers, upon finding them she stood up and walked out of her bedroom towards the bathroom. Her house was a modest home, one story, two bedrooms, one bathroom, kitchen and living room, it wasn’t huge but it was big enough for herself and she loved it, one of the greatest moments of her life was when she was handed the deeds, that and receiving the deeds to her bar, she had worked so hard for so long and finally life was beginning to look up. She didn’t spend long in the bathroom and was soon back in her bedroom, pulling a bristle brush through her tangled hair, wincing occasionally as the brush would snag on a knot, thankfully her curls were more or less still in tact, so that saved her the job of re-curling, placing the brush back down on her vanity Caro then applied her make up before changing into her outfit for today, something comfortable but light yet still protected her from the light chill still lingering in the air.

Pulling open the curtains, smiling as the sun flooded her room, summer was definitely not too far off and that meant, days by the creek, barbeques and family gatherings, long nights sat out on the veranda, a nice cold one nestled in her grasp, the summer months were heaven for the golden-haired woman. Turning back to her bed, Caroline quickly made up the covers before leaving the sanctity of her home, all though she hovered in the foyer for a moment, debating whether or not to take her car, she decided not to, it was only a short walk to the diner and so she would make the most of this glorious start of spring.

The sun always sent Caro into a happy delirium; something, which would have been evident to anyone walking past, the sheer smile on her face, said it all really. It didn’t take her long to reach the main street, running straight through the middle of their little town, it was still a little quiet for the time of day, businesses didn’t exactly boom on Sunday’s, besides it was a day for rest, or so the bible says, very few people in this town followed that by example, most just constituted a lie in and then spent the rest of the day happily with their families…something Caro was going to do.

With Axel’s diner in her sights, Caroline quickly crossed the road and entered the familiar building, the bell above the door ringing and the smell of something delicious immediately wafted through her nostrils, her stomach quickly growled. Taking a seat at the counter, she placed her bag on the empty stool next to her, quickly looking around, she seemed to be the first one there today. “Hello” she called through the hatch back to the kitchen, wondering who would be first today, Axel or Sam, a smile tugged on her lips as she thought of the latter “Whatever you’re cooking, make double…smells delicious” Caro called again, reaching back behind the counter and grabbed a cup and the pot of freshly made coffee, pouring herself a mug before putting it back, Axel helped himself to her liquor so she would sure as hell help herself to a cup of coffee. Clocking the paper to her left, Caroline grabbed it and placed it down in front of her, the headline capturing her attention immediately. ‘STILL NO ANSWERS TO THE DISAPPEARANCE OF FAMILY IN PENNYSLVANIA- 3 YEARS ON FAMILY WANT ANSWERS.’

The story immediately brought a frown to the blonde’s lips, she knew exactly what happened, everyone in Billingstone knew what happened, it was the reason for the biggest rift in the town history. Of course the Vampires who had committed this heinous crime had been ‘dealt with’ it didn’t ease Caroline’s qualms with the bloodsuckers or the pain she felt for the victims families. Folding the paper back up she pushed it to the side and concentrated on her coffee.

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"Yes, Dad. I got your...presents," Elena chose to say as she eyed the gun her father had left in her bag upon his departure last week. She hadn't even realized he snuck anything in her suitcase until after he was gone. While she knew her father meant well in his decision to leave behind a gun, it felt more like a shackle to a past she'd rather forget.

Upon arriving in Bellingstone, Elena did not think to ever mention her incident at Drexel University. It was a memory she shoved into the back of her mind and when asked of her college experiences prior to attending her college now, she only spoke of some of the most random and mundane instances. It was not that she was still haunted by what happened to her. It was that everyone else seemed to be haunted by it. Her mother called her incessantly, her father continues to beg for her to take kickboxing classes - which she actually was beginning to consider - and her childhood companion decided to follow her to Bellingstone out of protection. Loving is what they call their constant fussing over her. Smothering is what Elena would call it.

"It's not that I'm not appreciative of it, Daddy," Elena explained as she poured herself a cup of coffee. The heavenly aroma of Folgers coffee, a hot beverage her grandmother glared at with distaste when the woman was alive, was comforting at this point in time. Elena had been awake since five this morning for reasons still unknown and had been stuck typing on her laptop. "I just think that you're overreacting." And Elena knew that was the wrong thing to say the minute it escaped her full lips because her father then emerged into a long speech about protection and something else that was not relevant to Elena.

Elena would never want anyone to think that she was ungrateful for the love and affection she was recieving. On the contrary, she adored it and adored the people who gave it to her. But it was coming to a point where it's been a year since she moved to Bellingstone and it seemed that every other conversation alluded to almost being raped. Was that a tragic event? Yes. Did that tragic event need to be reiterated at every point in Elena's life? No.

"Yeah, I understand. But I gotta go. Love you," Elena said in one breath and hung up before her father could continue his tired out speech. Elena sighed and ran a tired hand through her slightly tousled hair. This was only the beginning of her day. It was Sunday and her mother would more than likely call her directly after Mass. And Kat...Kat would be here in...three...two...one

Knock! Knock! Knock! Elena rolled her eyes irritatedly before calling to the front door of her apartment to tell the other person that it was open. Even Kat knew that Elena's door would be open this morning; she called to let Elena know she'd be coming over. Her raven-haired Latina friend, who surprisingly had pink streaks in her hair today, waltzed into Elena's kitchen wearing an attire that would make Elena's mother cringe and possibly cause her grandmother to have another stroke if the woman were still alive.

"What are you wearing?" Elena asked. Kat - Katherine, as Elena was not allowed to call her - twirled in her little...get-up. It consisted of a tighter than life corset that let the entire world know that Kat was blessed by the Mother Goddess with two watermelons as breasts, a barely-there pencil skirt with fishnet tights underneath, a random and oversized red plaid shirt that acted as a jacket but merely had Elena raising her eyebrows, and black ankle-high boots. Okay, maybe Elena was a tad bit overdramatic with the breasts, but still.

"Vintage." Elena almost choked on her coffee.

"Really? I was thinking tramp." Kat chuckled at Elena's dry sense of humor and taste. She plopped herself on the dining room table and smirked at Elena.

"Ouch," Kat purred and Elena rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a prude, Lena. It's fashion."

"Fashion is subjective. This is Dracula's reject daughter," Elena shot back, gesturing to Kat's short skirt and corset mostly. Kat ended up laughing at Elena's exclamation as she always did. After all, it wasn't as bad as Elena was making it out to be and Elena knew that. Kat was just letting her blow off steam. Elena sighed at that realization. Any other girl would've been smacked sideways if they had said that to Kat. "Soo...what do you want?" Kat exhaled dramatically.

"Can't a girl just come visit her bestest friend on random?" No, you cannot, Elena thought in response. It's Sunday and Sunday is Kat-wants-to-play-day. At Elena's raised eyebrow, Kat's grin widened into an almost feline smile and Elena instantly found herself regretting waking up. "Shopping."

Yep, Elena was gonna need more coffee.

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The young girl sighed with relief as she stepped through the door of the tiny comic shop she practically ran at this point, the real owner was a lazy son of a bitch who sat at home all day. Annelise flicked on the lights and enjoyed the warmth that shot through her as she stepped inside, an emotional warmth more like a sense of safety than anything else. She meandered lazily through the tables filled with weekly issues and graphic novels, running her hands along the plastic covers and smiling at the familiar feel.

In a way, she was thankful it was Sunday; mainly because of how quiet it was and that groups of neighboring teens didn't meet up here to have their own Magic or Pokemon tournaments. But it also left her alone more often than not, and the only people who bothered to visit were Sebastian and Alarick. Of course.. She would never complain when Sebastian came by. How could she, when giggled like a schoolgirl at the thought of him coming by? So much that she prayed for it everyday?

Annelise yelped as she pitched forward, her boot having caught on the leg of a table from how distracted she was. She growled, kicking the innocent table and cursing; two horrible habits she couldn't let go of. She stood and shook it off, cracking her neck and sighing lightly as she walked to the "counter" which was really just another table with a cash register and more merchandise set up on it. She kicked her feet up on the table and closed her eyes in content, just waiting for something that probably wouldn't happen anyway.

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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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Cristine's small frame lay underneath a crimson Silverado. The truck was leaking oil, so she had to keep getting up to get all the grimy stuff off of her (and of course to get tools), but soon enough she was done. "Mr.Kentt?" she asked, and a tall burly man stepped up. Cristine smiled and walked towards the register, the man in tow. "Now, be careful. Make sure you come in every once in a while" she smirked and pulled her body on top of the counter, bringing her black half-boots to knock against the solid structure. "It's my pleasure to help with your car, really" she whispered. Okay, now she was having a bit of fun- but who was to stop her? She quickly rang the man up and walked back to her workshop with a wink.

The blonde girl was looking into the engine of a small hybrid when she saw the first spider. It sent a shiver down her spine, and she stepped away for a moment for it to clear out. She blinked a few times, but the spider had already gone to somewhere else. Then, one crawled across her foot. The willowy girl just about jumped out of her skin, so much so she had to check around to see if she had touched the ceiling when she did jump in fright. Cristine began to look around for any more spiders, her heightened senses catching two more before a car caught her eye. She knew that car. In a second all traces of the scared girl were gone, replaced by the Coven's leader. She walked towards the car at slightly faster than human pace, and knocked lightly on the window. "Open the damn car Livi" she smirked at the nickname and began to tap with more force on the window, causing little ruptures to burst across the glass. "No, I will not fix that for free" she added, stepping back so the man- even older than she was- could step out of the car. She liked him, of course, he wouldn't be her right hand otherwise, but they got on each others nerves sometimes.

Only, Livius liked to scare her to death with her one true fear. Spiders scared her half to death, even if she was by all accounts already so. They were frightening creatures, with a few too many legs to boot. It wasn't natural and it wasn't okay in any way, shape, or form, in Crissy's opinion. Cristine used other forms of harassment- like messing with the man's hair. The man liked it a little too much for a guy. Crissy knew that it was okay when he was born, but she hadn't worn a dress since it was acceptable not to. She enjoyed more modern things- like the corset top and black pants she was wearing at the current moment. Frankly, Crissy found Livius's love of hair comical- he most likely spent more time in the mornings than she did getting ready. Sometimes she wanted desperately for him to be human- then he wouldn't be able to catch her every time she got a little to close with a pair of scissors.

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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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When Cristine damaged the glass of Livius' car and made the statement that it would need to be payed for he smirked. He never truley cared about material possessions. After all it was not as if he had a limited amount of time to get money to buy or repair things. He had all the time in the world. He stepped out of the car, gently shutting the door. "I need an oil change...and now to repair my window." He stated with a smile as he leaned against a wall.

Livius reached into a pocket to pull out a flask that contained four ounces of vampire blood. Blood that he ordered a fledgling to give some up so that he would not have to drink from animals. He took a drink of it and wiped a drop that got on his chin. Blood had a scent to it, all were different. Humans had very pleasant smelling blood where as vampire blood, which was very concentrated, reaked. The taste of it was also overwhelming to those who could bear drinking it. The old vampire, however, enjoyed both traits as it brought him back to his wild youth.

"So, Cristine. Some of the fledglings have asked me if I would take them on a trip, out of town of course, so that they can feed on humans. I will say names but they are getting quite tired of animals. Or do you think this could start some type of conflict with the Pack?" He asked her. He would need her permission since she was the leader after all.

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Pants.
Pants were that fine denim line between being socially acceptable and publically indecent, and Alarick didn’t much care for the latter happening. For some reasons he could only visualize Sebastian pulling up to his half naked form roaming about Bellingstone with an intense stare of disappointment (and maybe envy considering what he saw packaged there). Still being arrested by his leader and friend didn’t quite seem to a promising way to start this Sunday morning.

The hardwood was cool underneath his feet as he tiptoed about- swerving in and out of ripped away shirts and undergarments. Those dark hazel eyes peeled back to the supple form of his lover. Her blonde hair tumbled over silken pillows, her tan skin contrasted sharply with the Havana blue sheets, and one perfectly pedicured toe jutted out from underneath all that mess. She moaned and twisted- her makeup smeared doll-like over her lids. Alarick halted movement and held his breath for a moment. ’I seriously don’t think she is a T-Rex,’ he thought and yet she failed to stir anymore ‘but hey it is working’.
Quickly he was able to procure his pants and slide them over his legs. Next came his shirt- he grabbed the nearest gray t-shirt, and slid into the living room. There were his shoes and jacket- unfortunately his socks were to be a tribute to his presence in her condo whenever- or wherever- she came across them.

The door clicked softly behind him.
Alarick realized that he had failed to put his shirt on yet, and so slowly slid it down his muscular torso. His lover- Stacey, Macy, Sarah, Stephanie, or whatever- had asked in her drunken haze last night ‘what was up with his back’. He had silenced her with a heavy kiss and breathed in the tender taste of too much SoCo and lemonade before he slammed that body onto the bed and made a fiercely tender love to her.
Those eyes glanced back down to note that it was very much not his shirt. The low-cut v-neck dipped across his chest with rhinestone embezzling of ‘Princess’ below it. Oh she had been very much so a princess. Yet it was too late for him to go back now, and so instead he slid his jacket over it and zipped it up.

Slowly he slinked out of apartment complex and found his feet treading down a familiar path. Alarick usually just walked through Bellingstone. Many assumed it was for his health, but truth be told he much rather the women that he bed not know what his car looked like- could complicate already complicated matters.
Yet instead of heading straight back towards his own well-furnished apartment- he found himself taking a bit of a detour. The Comic Store was not the place that his certain circles would entail, and honestly if Annelise wasn’t employed there then he wouldn’t even bother with it.

The jingle as the door opened signaled his entry, and he inevitably found his way into the dusty land of nerdom and omnipotent fictional but useless knowledge. “Annelise,” he announced- his voice licked with a fading Italian accent. He had grown up underneath his mother’s wing, and she had encouraged that thick tone of her voice. “Let’s go get breakfast? Coffee? Or at least some company? And before you go on about a job and all that nonsense- consider where you work. The nerds haven’t quite gotten up yet from their all-night ‘LAND’ parties.” Alarick stated with a breathless ease- not caring if he recited that correctly or not.
“I’ll let you laugh at my shirt~” he added at the end of that.



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Annelise stirred, grumbling unhappily as she was stolen from her nap, rubbing her eyes as she sat up and heard Alarick's voice growing closer to her. "The nerds haven’t quite gotten up yet from their all-night ‘LAND’ parties.”

"It's 'LAN' parties.." She whispered hoarsely, her voice growing back to normal as she cleared her throat. "It stands for Local Are Network.." She explained as she stood shakily, smiling as she looked up at Alarick.

“I’ll let you laugh at my shirt~” She heard him coo softly, glaring in confusion before looking down as he pulled his jacket off, revealing the too deep v and the pretty jems along his chest.

"Pretty~!" The young girl teased, bursting into fits of laughter, stumbling slightly before she caught her breath and smiled. "But, yes.." She murmured, her laughter still dying, "Let's go somewhere."

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Sara sighed softly as she layed in bed, staring at her ceiling. Her dim room had a calm aura, with light green walls, and a natural feel to it overall. She stood, walking towards her mirror, her eyes scanning over her appearance, before she roughly brushed out her hair, before removing her night shirt to change, her lips curling downwards slightly at the sight of the scar that marred her back. She quickly turned around, facing away from the mirror, so as to not have to stare at it, before changing, settling for a pair of black jeans, high tops, a white t-shirt, black suspenders, and a black fedora to help calm her wavy hair. She quickly put on a bit of makeup, before exiting her small apartment, locking the door behind her.

Sara walked at a lax pace down the sidewalk, her eyes a bit downcast, she frowned, realizing she forgot to grab breakfast, she sighed slightly. The only breakfast place on her way to the bar was Axel's... Her footsteps wavered for a moment, before she quickly made her way inside of the little diner. She picked up a spare menu, and sat in one of the booths on the far end of the restaurant, next to the window, her head buried in the menu, before she set it down, staring out of the window.

It wasn't necessarily that she disliked the pack. Hell, she used to be part of it, but ever since she lost her family, she was petrified of having to feel that loss again, so she left the pack, trying to distance herself as much as possible. Even just being in the diner, smelling the familiar homey smell of it, the welcoming appearance of it, pulled at her heart. She would be lying if she said she didn't miss the pack. She wasn't too much of a loner, but she would do anything to avoid that kind of pain.

She gave a forced, pained smile when she caught Sam's eye, giving him a knowing glance between him and Caroline, before looking back out of the window, giving him his privacy.

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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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Crissy smiled lightly and looked at the man. "Of course- I will get someone else on that soon. I feel like if I was allowed near your car, which is horribly nice, by the way, I would intentionally smash it to spare parts. Very very nice spare parts" she laughed and stepped closer to both the car and Livi. At the same moment he brought out the flask.

"Which one this time?" she said almost sarcastically, but she raised a hand to her nose at the same time anyway. She had been traveling with the man for a very long time- she would be telling a lie if she said she didn't like Fledgeling blood only a little less than he did. However, she was content at the moment for animal blood, no matter how bad it tasted. Though, she had learned not to ask for Livi's stash- she only tried it when he was in a very good mood.

"You may call me Crissy, you know... I've told you that billions of times, or even more. I don't call you Livius" she chuckled--she didn't call him what he wanted his nick-name to be, either, but she liked her pet name best- it was very girly. And therefore perfect for him.

When he mentioned going out of town to hunt humans, her mouth suddenly became dry. She counted the days. Almost five days had passed from the last time she had hunted. She normally went every other day or every day after work. She had been very busy this week though and she had not had any time.

"I...I wish I could let you... I really do Livi. I just don't think that would be best right now. It's really been strained as of late between us and the Pack. It's only been a few years, and it has not been hardly enough time. Maybe... if you spread it out all over the state- and clean up your mess" she whispered, her mind whirling. She wanted her coven to be happy, but she didn't want to have to destroy the small amount of trust they have with them. "I am sorry, Livius. In a year, or even a month, and I could possibly let you. Just... we have to get this 'disaster' out of the papers and out of the Public's mind. It headlined again today. As soon as everyone forgets about the whole thing, and I feel like our... problems... with the Pack have been resolved, you can go hunt humans. As long as you hunt at night only, and be a vigilante. Better if we kill murders than mothers of two"

Cristine took a deep breath. She hated what her kind had to do to survive- it was heartbreaking, but she couldn't help it. She didn't want to die herself. "Anyway, Livi... It has been quite some time- almost a week- and I have not hunted. You are welcome to come with me, as well as any of the others. Pass it around. Animals only though- like I said before, it's to much of a risk"

The lanky girl then walked over to the counter and wrote out a note addressing the two other people who worked at the small auto shop- both of them men. She really kept them on track and kept the shop running, so she would take a half day from time to time. "Blake!" she called, and one of the two appeared from inside the break room. "I'm going to take an early day today... I'm not feeling so hot all of a sudden" she said, clutching her sides in fake pain. Blake nodded, like he understood, and she smiled. He would hold down the fort. "Oh! And, there is a Mustang waiting for an oil change and a new window in the parking lot. I'll get the keys and leave them on my station" she said, sauntering back to Livius. "Well, I am free for the rest of the day, Livius my friend" she smiled and held out her hand. "But I do need your keys" she chuckled. "If you need a ride somewhere, we will have to take my car-" she pointed to a black fully-restored 1981 Camaro Z28 "or run" she added, smirking. "Though the latter is a bit quicker"

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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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“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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Gabby's eyes slowly opened to see the early morning light streaming through her window. Instantly she shut her eyes again. God, she hated the sun. Instantly she reached over and grabbed her black sunglasses from her bedside table and placed them over her eyes. She was still extremely young, by vampire standards, and couldn't deal with the sunlight without her sunglasses yet. It was blinding, and made her feel completely drained. It was one of the worst feelings, because being a vampire made her feel strong and fast and powerful. She wished she could be like the vampires in movies and books, and just sleep through the day and prowl the streets at night. For some strange reason, her body wouldn't allow her. So she was doomed to deal with that damn sunlight every single day.

It was Sunday, a day that would have been extremely busy in her old life. She would have been up extremely early to attend church, and then her family would have gone out for Sunday brunch. In the evening she would have had bible study for a few hours, and then her family always gathered around the television together at night. The thought was bittersweet. She still loved her family, even though she didn't know where they were, or even if they were still alive. After she had been turned, she hadn't even said goodbye to her family. She had just taken off from school without a word to anybody. Well, except Adam. He had gotten what was coming to him. The thought of it still made her smile.

After lying there for many minutes, she finally sighed and pushed herself into a sitting position. It was time to get up and do something with her day. She decided to curl her hair, pinning the front back with a bobby pin. After she was satisfied with her appearance in the mirror, she quickly changed into a black pair of leggings, as well as a white lacy tank top and a black leather jacket. It was seductive enough, yet not verging on slutty. Of course, her mother wouldn't let her wear it on a Sunday, let alone on any day. But she was her own woman now, and enjoyed showing off her feminine body. She completed her outfit with a pair of bright red pumps.

She stepped out of her apartment, shades still on, and began the short walk to the center of town. She was relatively new to the town, from the supernatural's perspective, and still didn't know many of the people in Bellingstone. She had no idea what her plan was for the day, but she was most certainly going to go out and meet someone new today. The possibilities were endless. Her heels made a distinctive clack against the sidewalk as she entered town.

Gabby's thoughts wandered as she walked, and her surroundings blurred. She didn't have a destination, and just aimlessly walked. As she turned a corner, a loud, distinctive horn blared and woke her from the daydreams. She quickly looked to her right to see a man had drifted into the center of the street and had almost been run over by a car. Then she really studied the man, and boy was he something. Dark hair, and muscles all the way from north to south. On further thought, she realized he was probably a werewolf. Normal humans, and even vampires, didn't look like that. But she didn't care. A smirk appeared on her lips. It would be fun to play.

She darted in an ally and ran as fast as she could, which for a vampire in heels was still extremely fast, and stopped a few blocks ahead. She walked through a different ally to appear on the same street, although now she was ahead of the muscled stranger instead of behind him. She began walking, although strutting would be the appropriate term. She turned her head to look behind her, and saw him catching up to her fast. She smiled and bit her lip, tilted her sunglasses down, and gave him a small wink. With that she turned back, set her glasses back over her eyes, and focused ahead of her, pretending not to notice that he was approaching within the next few seconds.

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Seb sighed and shrugged lightly in a way that made it seem as if he still wasn't "there". In fact, he seemed to be zonign out again before looking back down at Nika. His light colored eyes narrowed slightly at her tone, laced thickly with her signature blend of sass and sarcasm. Had she not been connected to getting weapons for the group, he would have quickly turned her away. It was merely the fact that he needed the weapons that kept Nika in the Bellingstone Hunters.

As she placed the cigarette between her painted lips, a light rose colored circle appeared. He watched closely, blowing smoke slowly toward the sky. He found it amazing that the female Hunter could make a movement such as taking a drag so...seductive. A weaker man would have started to come on to her, but he simply shoved his cigarette back between his teeth and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, I have better things to pay attention to," he retorted. "More...important matters than remembering the habits of others." Too dense to notice the feigned sincerity in her sultry voice, he blinked in surprise and raised an auburn colored eyebrow slightly. "...welcome." He grunted out the single word, not daring to let her realize she'd surprised him with this random act of "sincerity".

"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," she said suddenly. A blush rose to the tops of Sebastian's cheeks as he flushed lightly, taken aback by the sudden observation she shared.

"That's...not true," he replied, though his voice wavered with slight uncertainty. Hell, if she could tell that, what else had she been able to deduce about him?

""Public imagery concerns aside, I think it makes you look devilishly sexy." Again, he blushed and rolled his eyes slightly. Seb's mouth opened to speak but it was at that moment that he noticed her wink and then slowly trail her gaze up and down his lean but strong frame. When her eyes rested upon his hips, her entire countenance shifted to look even more suggestive. His breath hitched lightly as he blew out a stream of smoke, evident from the way the thin trail broke and started again abruptly. By then, his cigarette had run out and, with a sigh, he tossed it upon the concrete and smashed the heel of his boot down upon it.

"...thanks," he said a bit warily, crossing his right leg over his left as he leaned back against the wall again.

"But I am here to talk work, not...pleasure. I got a new shipment of weaponry in I think might interest you..." Seb glanced up at her, suddenly alert and interested in what she had to say.

"Shit..." he muttered softly, running his hand through his hair quickly as he glanced up at the police headquarters. "I have work now...can't just bail." Seb looked back at Nika again and pressed his tongue against his cheek. "I'll stop by after work, alright? Don't you sell anything without me looking at 'em first, you hear me?"

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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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I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive


Walking.

Her feet moved rapidly across the uneven ground almost rhythmically, face contorted into a scowl and teeth grinded together with such force it was making her gums hurt. But she didn’t stop doing it. In fact, she did it harder. It was actually a pretty nice day, the sun was shining behind a few sparse clouds, but it was the morning, so she couldn’t really tell if it would get better or deteriorate. She didn't remember what had made her angry. It probably was something stupid. She had stormed out of the house and slammed the door behind her. She had ran. But she was angry, not specifically at her aunt, but anyone and mostly fricking everyone. She wasn't walking anymore, she was sprinting. Away from the old faces that made her think of her father.

But she couldn't run forever

The common sense part of her brain was starting to kick in. But it was slightly too late, she tripped over a rock, landing face first on the ground. She sat up, and breathed a heavy sigh. She was blushing. But there was no one there to laugh with. No one to share her embarassment with, or even anyone to sneer at her. She was alone. And even if people were there they just ignored her. She hated that and It had been like that for a while now.

No one.

“Spare some change, miss?” A man with scraggly, unkempt facial hair and a ragged t-shirt sat glumly under a bush , his dirty hands outstretched in his desperate hope. She could see through the thick layer of grime that decorated his now tired eyes. There was something though, maybe a glimmer hope- or desperation. He was hardly older than thirty. What had happened to this man to bring him to this state? Pity crossed my mind, and I somehow took blame for his misfortune. “Sorry, I’ve got no money with me” Mavis said slightly awkwardly, her shoulders attempted a shrug and a half smile came upon her face. “Here, you can have this if you want.” She passed him a sandwich He smiled. “Thank you, Miss”

Wait, She thought to herself, beggars in the countryside?

She jerked her head round to get a good look at the beggar again only to find that he was gone. The only traces of him being there seemed to be wiped away by the breeze. Unfazed by the whole situation, she walked again. Her feet tapping against the ground. She came to a halt. Back already?

'Welcome to Bellingstone, Pennsylvania'

I'm feelin' electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight

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Derek inhaled, a sort of physical anticipation tightening his muscles, and let out a slow breath of apprehension as he jogged closer to the vibrant red headed woman on the street. Did she just wink at me? Yep. She did. Huh. Derek was used to attention from the opposite sex, Hell, he sometimes got attention from his own sex, but he usually just let it roll off. However it had been quite a while since he had...gotten any. Might be nice, just one night. He shook his head. Derek wasn't the kind of man that really went for one night stands or short flings...but still...he was a man after all. He flashed a brilliant white smile at the seductive woman as he slowed his pace just a bit so's not to pass her too quickly.

That was when it hit him. Derek smelled something sickly sweet, and the acrid tint of death was teasing his keen wolf senses. Vampire. Did she know he was a wolf? Was she trying to lure him to his death? Did she have a death wish? Or was she just a totally oblivious fledgling, unaware of the different scents the supernatural carried? Derek surpressed a growl, and attempted to keep his face relatively neutral. One thing this wolf didn't posess was an admirable well of self-control from which he could draw succor, so even an act as simple as jogging past was a feat for him. Derek knew Bellingstone was supposed to be a safe haven for all supernatural, and killing a vampire for simply existing might ignite a war that he wasn't prepared to fight for.

He had now made it to her side, his eyebrows were lowered and drawn together, jaw clentched and muscles taunt and ridgid, coiled in preparation for a possible on coming attack even if it was daylight in the middle of a bustling town.

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“That’s what I said- right? ‘LAND’? Look- you have to be gentle with me- because this is almost another language, and I’m bilingual.” Alarick almost had to be in his household, because insults were thrown in different languages almost as rapidly as- well- the vases his mother pitched at his father. Renault had been well versed in Spanish which was in its’ roots quite similar to Italian; and if Alarick needed to learn anything to survive in the Morgenstern household it was what ’ti ammazzo’ meant.

Yet they didn’t break down the finer details of what nerdism a ‘LAND’ was and how it even functioned in the day to day of a social recluse, but instead just plowed further. Alarick grinned wildly as he proffered the shirt to her in all its’ glory: ‘Princess’ scribed in glittering rhinestones across his chest and a nice strip of skin around his midriff where it didn’t quite manage to reach his pants. “Don’t laugh,” he teased. “I’m a Princess, dammit, and you best not forget it.” He smiled along with her and inevitably zipped his jacket back up.
With that he opened the door first and politely waved her on through. “So what place do you want to stake out today? I mean- breakfast- yes- breakfast. Truth be told I’m happy with anything involving bacon.” With that he pulled out his cellphone from his pants- something he had made sure was still buried inside the pockets along with his wallet. “Hm- wait no- Sebastian probably has work or I would invite him as well.” A pause, “I would say we could invite Nika, but I’m sure all she eats for breakfast is cigarettes and the souls of young nubile men.”