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Welcome to Bellingstone

Bellingstone, Pennsylvania

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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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Not only was Gabby's visit unexpected, it was also greatly appreciated and Sterling certainly couldn't have been more grateful the female vampire had decided to stop by his old Victorian estate. It got lonely at times and there were many days when the empty halls and rooms haunted him. He wanted so desperately to hear the squeals of Lily again as she rushed through the house, toys in her hands. He tended to scold the girl at times like these, angry she was disrupting his writing and she'd sulk for a few hours until Sterling- or Robert, as he was known back then- went to comfort her. If he'd known he would lose her, perhaps he would have never grown angry at her.

Again, he thought back to Gabby and how she'd followed him inside after they'd talked for a while. It came as a surprise, as he usually never had anyone inside. Still, his house was in pristine condition, as if he'd been expecting company. He constantly kept it that way, though, just in case. They talked, just like any coven members normally would, and by the time she'd left Sterling couldn't help but grin almost ear to ear.

The morning after, he was still in a very cheery mood and decided that it gave him a wonderful excuse to wander outside of his home, his comfort zone, and stroll around Bellingstone. For a while, he was able to occupy himself by weaving in and out of stores. Nothing, besides a few books, caught his eye so he continued his walk, moving further away from town. Eventually, he found himself outside of town, walking along a dirt and gravel pathway that he knew he'd never set foot on. Why should he have, really? The only time the author left town was to hunt and, even then, he was only journeying out into the woods to hunt down a few animals he would suck dry. There were times when he thought it would be best to simply starve himself. That way, he would die and wouldn't have to deal any longer with this painful existence he led.

On the other hand, though, he'd heard stories that vampires were condemned with neither Heaven nor Hell. This idea concerned him greatly, for all he wanted was to be with his wife and child again, who were most certainly in a heaven of some sort. He stopped suddenly as he found himself in the driveway of a decent sized, cabin-style home. It was one he didn't recognize until he saw the cop car in the driveway, along with the pick-up truck. It was obviously Bellingstone's lovely (he used the term loosely) sheriff, for he'd seen the man in the same truck countless times around the town.

He was going to turn and go back the way he'd come, but he couldn't help but notice the toys scattered on the front yard of the home. Some of them looked pointless and odd, but he easily noticed the jump rope and a bicycle, for his own daughter had had them too. The thought made him frown, his stomach turning at the thought. His own yard had once been littered with objects just like these...not anymore, though.

He hadn't been aware the sheriff had children, but he was never really out and about, was he? Awkwardly, he took a few steps toward the toys and the house, just to look at them closer as if doing so could create the illusion that they belonged to his daughter and not some random child he'd never met before.

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That morning, Sara woke up with a new feeling she hadn't felt in months. A sense of well being, of renewed hope, and above all, a sense of nervous butterflies, fluttering away in her stomach. She sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes as she brought up her knees to her chest, a large grin on her face. The date the previous night had gone wonderfully, and she couldn't have asked for a better evening. She stood, trudging out of her room to the bathroom, to take a quick hot shower, before wrapping a towel around herself and head back to her room to check the time. 9:45. Perfect. She had just enough time to get ready and get to work by at 11. She returned to the bathroom, setting out her makeup, she artfully put on her makeup, taking the time to make sure she looked presentable. Image
Before Derek she would have not cared so much about her appearance, and only would have made herself presentable, but not as if she had put an effort into her appearance, but now she had a reason to look nice and freshen up. After finishing her make up, she changed out of her pajamas, and slipped into a new outfit, http://ak2.polyvoreimg.com/cgi/img-set/cid/97358066/id/TmD5DQId4xGGdXKq6xSULw/size/y.jpg, wearing something both casual, yet sexy enough to wear at work and for Derek, if she decided to see him later.

After getting ready, she promptly hopped into her car, and headed down towards the bar. She just made it when her car spluttered, and a rather large puff of black smoke appeared from beneath the hood of her car. "Shit.. just what I need... I don't have time for this." she muttered irritably, knowing she wouldn't be able to make it home with her car, she pulled her cellphone out of her pocked, while slowly walking towards the bar. She dialed for Derek, waiting for him to pick up, she couldn't help the small smile forming one her lips upon hearing his voice, "Derek.. I.. I don't mean to inconvenience any plans you might have had tonight... but I just got to work, and right as I was parking, my car took a crap and blew out something, and I just know it wont get me back home.. do you think you could pick me up after work?" she asked, biting her lip as she waited for his response. Upon hearing a positive response, she smiled softly, "Thanks Derek, you're the best. It's the small bar on the outskirts of town, called The Truth. I get off at about 5." she said, before exchanging thanks yous and pleasantries, she hung up, heading quickly into the bar, so as not to be late, she headed behind the counter, and served customers as they entered.

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Character Portrait: Sebastian Harding Character Portrait: Leighton Harding Character Portrait: Annelise Laustsen Character Portrait: Sterling Pearce
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Image"Wanna go see if there's a note?" Annelise asked hopefully, more for her sake than Leigh's, the little girl thought. Leighton sighed heavily, her tiny chest heaving as if breathing were some greatly complicated task all of a sudden. "No...I was just a-wonderin' if I could go outside and play. Sebby always lets me out first thing in the morning on the condition that I let him know before I go." She explained, speaking in only half truths. Annelise was seemingly just a bit distraught, and while Leighton normally would have attempted comforting her, she had her own inner wars to wage today; both ladies upset over the same man for very different reasons. "So...since I let you know, that means I can go right? You're a grown up. I'll be seeing you Lisey!" She chimmed, her voice jumping a few octaves in her excitement as she completely disregarded whether or not Annelise was being permissive and sprinted for the front door. In her haste she opted to forgo changing out of her warm white long-john pajamas and simply slipped on her pink rain boots and pulled on her puffy overcoat that Seb joked made her look like a pink michelin man. Leighton wasn't sure what a michelin was but since the guy looked like a giant marshmellow, she imagined there had to be some relation.

As she tugged the heavy wooden door closed behind her, effectively, in her mind, blocking Annelise from being able to make her come back inside, she drew her coat closer to her body, as if girding herself for war with winter. Leighton glanced upward at the tree leaves that drooped the burden of their dead predecessors and pounds of snowfall, a profusion of washed out colors melting against a gray sky, and grinned. Anytime she was feeling particularly ill at ease, some fun in the snow usually cheered her right up.

"I AM THE WINTER PRINCESS! FROST AND SNOW BEND TO MY POWA!" She shrilled, her voice ringing through the silent still air like tiny sliver bells as she lept from the porch onto the snow blanketed ground in a single bound. She then, without dusting away the snow flakes that had lodged themselves in her golden hair or plastered themselves to her long lashes in the fall, raced forward to locate her pink bicycle with the silver tassles that hung off of the handle bars. "Where is my icey chari-choree-chahairle--where is my ice carriage!?" She demanded of no one in particular, unable to recall the word Chariot.

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ImageExhausted from a long day of case work, Jeremy stretched out on his side in his queen sized bed with his German Shepherd, listening to the sound of Striker's breathing, a rattle that was human enough to be considered a snore. His mind kept wandering back to Ariana and her long obsidian tresses and her bright, icy blue eyes. He smiled as he ran his fingers through Striker's fur, absentmindedly playing with the multicolored hair, idly wondering if his dog would like her. He shook those thoughts away as he willed his eyes to close. He had yet to even call her to set up that date, best not to put the cart before the horse.

The following morning, the mid-winter's sun threw it's rays across Jeremy's bed through the window; his face gilded by the ever brightening light of dawn. His pet and police partner yipped excitedly, realizing his human was awake at last, as Jeremy moved a hand up to block out the intense luminescence from his sensitive eyes. "Striker, outside?" He asked, a grin creeping up his bleary face, to which the dog replied with one low bark. Jer sprung from the bed, tossing the sheets off of his body in one fluid motion as his feet hit the cold floor. He then proceeded to race his pet, the dogs toe nails clacking and causing him to slide without traction, across the house to the back door. It wasn't an easy feat to live alone when you loved people as much as Jeremy did. His German Shepherd was his one saving grace, it kept the quiet at bay, so he went above and beyond to bond with his pet. Every morning brought with it games and challenges for the pair to embark on.

After winning the impromptu race, Striker was awarded a much needed bathroom break outside while Jer wandered into his kitchen. But perhaps wandered wasn't the correct word, as the closer he got to the kitchen the more he realized why this was his subconscious' intended destination. His umber eyes fell on the home phone that hung on the wall, nestled between the fridge and the countertop. Call her. It challenged. Well...he did.

The phone call was slightly less embarassing than the intial meeting. Jeremy's voice was steady, but the bottom had seemed to have fallen out of it...There was no strength to the words...She was as pleasent and silky sounding as he had remembered her to be, absolutely oblivious to his lack of charm for some odd reason. He set up the date and hung up only when his dog's incessant barking heralded him back to his back door.

The rest of Jeremy Donovan's off day went by unremarkably. Yard work, paperwork, took his dog for a walk, caught up on last weeks CSI, and laid out at least six different casual outfits options for his date. Perhaps fussing over attire was a trait more marked with women, but the inclination was known to sweep over men from time to time, particularly during times when one was extremely nervous about a certain girl. Once satified with a v-neck tee shirt--grey in color-- and a pair of dark wash blue jeans, he bid his dog good bye and hopped in his squad car to pick up Ariana. It wasn't soon enough, or maybe it was too soon, that Jeremy was pulling into her drive, headlights glaring in her windows like a second sun.

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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



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Leanna noticed Caroline out of the corner of her eye. Even in wolf form, Lea could see the an air of hesitation in her friend at what Axel had sad, and Leanna simply knew her apprehension wasn't over the hunter issue... Then Leanna saw Caro shake her head, as she had almost known the Beta Female would. Leanna braced herself for what she knew was coming.

“Axel," Caroline 'said', "You know I am loyal to you as alpha, it is rightfully your position, not his. B-But I cannot just ignore him like that, he’s my friend too and you can’t ask me to do that.”

All of Leanna's muscles tightened and she could feel the soft fur on her neck bristling. In an instant, Leanna felt any sympathy or lingering feelings of love she had for Albrecht rise suddenly to the forefront of her mind, like a desperate ache. Her eyes widened slightly as she caught herself, forcing the thoughts back. No! He clearly didn't care for her in the way she still did for him, or he never would have left. She couldn't allow herself any leniency where Al was concerned. This was her pack. She was Alpha Female, and more importantly, she was the Alpha Female to Axel's Alpha Male. She felt a rush of anger. Albrecht wasn't coming near her or the pack. He was banished. Leanna was going to stand with Axel. How could Caro still call that man a friend after all he'd done to her, to the pack? How could she think such a thing?

Suddenly, Sam stood onto all fours and began walking back and forth before the group. Leanna watched him with a look of surprise. Caroline's objection she had half expected, but she had not thought Sam would disagree with his Alpha. Lea glanced at Axel for a moment, wondering quite how he'd respond. She did not expect him to give in.

"I'm wondering if it would really be smart to completely shun him. Can we really turn down another wolf at a time like this? The Hunters could use this incident as an excuse to come after us as well. The more numbers we have, the safer we are. I'm not saying we have to trust him altogether, but we shouldn't turn him away either."

In an instant Leanna was on her four paws before Sam and Caroline. She snarled slightly, not at them but in anger, before 'voicing' her thoughts. "No!" she bit back. "Having Albrecht isn't an advantage, it's a weakness. He's a weakness. He's disloyal and unreliable!" she 'said' viciously, feeling her anger getting the better of her.

Leanna, at most times, was fairly calm with a good temper. She picked her battles carefully and knew when to let things go. But, for her, Albrecht was the point at which her temper snapped. Even after all these years, she wasn't over what had happened with him, the way he'd left her, and seeing him yesterday had brought all that to the surface, as fresh and raw as though the years that had passed had just been days.

Leanna turned her harsh gaze to Caroline to focus on the snowy white wolf. "How can you still regard him as a friend when he left the pack behind without a second thought for me or you or any of those he'd cared for?" Leanna suddenly stopped, wondering if she'd said too much, if it was brutally obvious to all watching how much she still cared. She took a breath. "Axel is our Alpha... He know's what's best for the pack. It's his decision," she 'said' firmly, returning to the less emotionally involved topic of the pack.

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[center]There was an obvious pause between Axel's decree and when the rest of the pack began to chime in. Some of the lower ranked wolves were mumbling to each other, ears pulled back, eyes darting around. The alpha shuffled his paws subtly in a gesture that hopefully looked normal, but certainly stood out. As Alpha, he knew his word was close to law, basically. Yet, there were constant stories of corrupt Alpha Males who had abused their power and were overthrown and replaced. He was trying to do what he thought was best, but he certainly didn't want to be killed in the process.

To his surprise, Leanna stayed silent. She'd been that way all day, it seemed, for when she returned to the cabin in the morning, she only told him where she had been and nothing more. Was she angry? He could basically sense the emotion radiating from her and he knew she was thinking deeply about something. What is was, though, he had no idea. By the time the comments and rebuking had begun, Axel had almost thought they wouldn't even occur.

“Axel, you know I am loyal to you as alpha, it is rightfully your position, not his. B-But I cannot just ignore him like that, he’s my friend too and you can’t ask me to do that.” Axel's ears, which had been pulled back, stood up suddenly at the sound of Caro 'speaking'. Quickly, though, they pulled back in an angry way, his tongue flicking out slightly as his upper lip pulled upward slightly. It did not end there, though, for Sam soon stood up and paced before the group of wolves.

"I'm wondering if it would really be smart to completely shun him. Can we really turn down another wolf at a time like this? The Hunters could use this incident as an excuse to come after us as well. The more numbers we have, the safer we are. I'm not saying we have to trust him altogether, but we shouldn't turn him away either." His muzzle opened for him to speak, but he was promptly cut off by Leanna.

"Having Albrecht isn't an advantage, it's a weakness. He's a weakness. He's disloyal and unreliable! How can you still regard him as a friend when he left the pack behind without a second thought for me or you or any of those he'd cared for? Axel is our Alpha... He know's what's best for the pack. It's his decision." By the time she'd finished speaking, the Alpha's ears had stood up again in shock, this time. He had heard Leanna speak up before during meetings, but this was certainly a rare occurrence for her. In fact, he'd thought she had missed Albrecht the most out of all of them. Perhaps he was wrong? Obviously, from the way she spoke, she did not. It can as a relief, in fact, for it had certainly concerned him that she would have left him to be with her child hood sweetheart, his brother.

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Gingerly, Axel swept his tail behind himself and brushed it against her back in a way that could be taken friendly or affectionately. Either way, he hoped the gesture wasn't frightening or weird. Slowly, he stood and pulled his ears back against his skull, trying to show he meant business.

"I do not believe Leanna could have explained it better," he praised, his tail lifting off of Leanna's back to raise high in the air as an expression of dominance. His teeth pulled back again, but only for a moment before he continued. "There's nothing beneficial to us letting a traitor in. You saw him yesterday, you heard him say he wanted the position of Alpha, didn't you?" By now, he had strode away from his position and was eyeing Sam and Caro, eyes narrowed slightly at the Beta Male and the Delta Female.

"A true wolf would stay with his pack...not run away like the coward Albrecht is," he continued, his voice basically a snarl now. "He shouldn't even be able to call himself a member of the Wolff family...he's a disgrace." His tail flicked back and forth sharply, showing his agitation. As much as he wanted to get over this petty feud and welcome back his brother, he simply couldn't. He sighed mentally and it telepathically traveled to the other wolves.

He hadn't even been awake very long and he was already exhausted and angry. Besides, he had the lighting situation in his diner to work on. "Pack dismissed..." he muttered telepathically, pacing in slow circles. "Steer clear of the Hunters and don't interact with Albrecht." With that, he turned and hurried off into the brush, making his way back home where he would change into clothing before making his way out to the diner. One there, he sent a text to Cat, calling her in to help out with the clean-up.

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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A cold and--to her at least--unnatural wind blew from the east, roiling over the Steep-Sloped Roofing of her loft dwelling and swept up the hill that lay beyond, crowned and crested by the suburbial houses. It bore on its back a large quantity of snowfall and sleet, and as it moved it gathered up fallen leaves and more ice. These small articles flung themselves against the sides of the upper echelon homes, battering their bolted doors and shuttered windows.

But Caterina had no such qualms about the cold today, she found she needed it, that it was bracing when her mind was so muddled as it was now. Leaving her Grimoire, the one she had sat up night to leaf through, behind at the writing desk, she opened the balcony door enough to slip through. The dawn was frigid and unrelenting. A tendril of wicked wind whipped past her face, and dusted the carpet just inside with an accusing finger of powdered snow. It did wonders to clear her clouded mind.

The book had told her many things, thing she had wished it hadn't. It suggested her inklings were a part of her internal supernatural alarm system, which alerted her to the presence of the mythical; and she hadn't even known that there was such a thing. Witches were one thing, but now her life was becoming a creature feature, and it was terrifying. The book mainly was written to elaborate on what it ment to be a witch and to compile spell over the centuries passed down from generation to generation so it didn't have much in the way of other beings, but it did reference the fact that not only did they exist, but that you should remain far away from them; Werewolves, vampires and the like.

Werewolves....Axel....

ImageCat shook herself from that thought like a woman trying to fling off cobwebs. She had really liked Axel, and she imagined she could just be seeing demons where there were only shadows. Reading about that sort of thing had a tendancy of making you an unwitting believer she thought, and Caterina De Luca was a skeptic and a stubborn one at that. Her iphone vibrated loudly from her nightstand table, drawing her attention back inside as she delicately pulled the ornate latch to her balcony door and stepped inside from the cold. It drilled into the wood varnish like an angry little hornet. Cat scooped it up and slide the lock on the screen, her brow rising fractionally when she realized who the message was from. Speak of the devil...

After a qucik hot shower and a five minute car ride, Caterina found herself drawing open the door of Axel's diner, a tiny golden bell ringing out as the door knocked against it to alert the presence of patrons. "Axel? Sei qui dentro?" She asked, taking care to step around the shards of broken glass that littered the floor. A pang of guilt stabbed in her chest, she wished she could offer to pay for these, but that would be an admission of said aforementioned guilt. The Italian settled for reaching for the nearest broom and began sweeping a path from the door to the kitchen.

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

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

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

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

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






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

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

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

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

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

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Albrecht wasn't sure how long he'd been crouched beside the bushes, trying to listen in on the pack's conversation. Unfortunately, the only sounds he managed to pick up were a mixture of growls and barks. With a frown, he came to the conclusion he was no longer connected to them. His leaving of the pack had severed the very ties that held a pack together. It allowed them to speak no matter where they were and whenever they wanted to. For years, everything had been silent with the lack of voices bouncing around his skull. He'd briefly joined other packs, but they were never the same. He always felt like an eavesdropper when he connected mentally to them.
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Grunting softly and hoping the pack wouldn't catch the sound, he got to his feet slowly and back tracked out of the woods. Just as he hit the edge of the woods, he could hear the sound of leaves crackling behind him, mixed with both barks and spoken words. Axel had just released the pack from their meeting, but he couldn't help but worry that they'd been sent after him. He stumbled slightly and then picked up his pace, rushing toward the town. Once he was on the streets, he was a bit more at ease.

Soon after, though, he noticed a woman across the street at her car, obviously on the phone as smoke rose from under the hood. To him, it seemed like a decent start for something to do. Perhaps he could even help her out or something, given he had nothing to do for the day. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Al hurried across the street just as Sara entered the bar. Only a minute or so later, he nudged the door open himself and took a seat at the bar with his arms laying on the top of it.

It took her a while to stop by where he sat, but finally Albrecht looked up and flashed a brief, white smile at Sara. "Hey there," he greeted. "Could I just get a Guinness on tap?" He was silent as she got his drink, but then he decided to speak up as his hand closed around the glass. "Was that you by the car out there?" He gestured to her car quickly. "I'm not much of a mechanic, but I could take a look at it for you, if you'd like me to."

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Sara gave a warm smile and a nod, "Sure thing." she said lightly before turning her back to him to reach and grab a glass, tilting it against the nozzle of the tap, giving it just the right amount of foam at the top as the cold, light gold liquid filled the glass. She turned back around and placed it in front of him, "Guinness on the tap." she smiled, before picking up a rag and cleaning of the bar, as well as a few glasses, her eyes darting to his every once in a while. Something about him was very familiar, but she couldn't quite place what. She shrugged off the feeling when he asked about her car, "Yeah.. it's usually pretty faithful, but I've been needing to take it in for a tune-up for a while now." she said, giving a sheepish grin and a light chuckle, before, biting her lip at his offer. Usually she wouldn't hesitate to say, 'No, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up. He's a mechanic', but something about the way Derek reacted last night on their date with them in public made her feel as if he wouldn't want her talking about them as a couple to the prying eyes of the public.

"I ah.. I suppose that would be alright.. my shift'll be done in a half an hour." she said gently, looking to the clock, before leaning against the bar. She had a half an hour, she might as well try to be friendly with the man who intended on fixing her car, "So are you new around here? Most of the people that come here are pretty regular, and I can't say I've seen you here before."

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"Ready?" Ariana rhetorically asked him, her words not aligned in time to the movement of her lips because Jeremy was disoriented by the feel of her fingers interlacing with his own. His mouth curved upwards into a dizzy, crushing grin. "Absolutely." He replied as they entered the restraurant like that, hand in hand, both beaming mega watt smiles.

Once inside, Jer waited patiently at the rear of the crowd that was formed in the foyer, hovering by the door to the tavern so as to be easily percieved by the staff. "Wow, they sure are busy tonight." He idly noted, rocking back and forth on his heels, trying to peer over the heads of the masses. The low rattle of dinerware was to be heard over the dull roar of the crowds voices; the well-omened jostling of plates against one another that promised a good meal. Luckily, and somewhat unexpectedly, they didn't have to wait but a moment before a woman in her mid to late forties had found her way over to them, brow knitted, strands of over processed blonde hair slipping from the pins that held her up do in place. "Hi, hello. Name's Paulette. Welcome to the Rajin' Cajin where you don't have to travel all the way to the bayou for some good ol' Creole cooking." She stated in a rehersed manner, her smile exhausted but genuine as she rotated her armload of dishes from one hand to another, obviously having stopped to assist them though she was supposed to be performing some other menial task.

Image"Table for two?" Jeremy asked, the statement posed like a question. His heart bled for her and her current predicament as it always did for anyone in need of a hand. He was a breath away from offering to carry the platers for her when she spoke up again--effectively cutting off any offers of help he'd of given. "I am sorry for all the commotion and confusion, we are a bit short handed and quite busy as you can see, but no worries, I'll have someone come help us out here." Paulette voiced as she nearly mimicked Jeremy's earlier searchful stance, rocking back on her heels, eyes frantically combing the room for anyone else in a navy blue diner shirt. Finding no one, she opted to call on the one person she knew would drop what he was doing to help out. "Benny, I need a hand!"

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The house showing had gone relatively well in Benny's mind, all and all, and he had hoped to hear back from Demetria soon. He really did need a a place to move into or more suffient funding for his current abode, his cooks salary just not cutting it. Not that's he'd complain...his job was his lifesblood.

Benny threw his unbeating heart and soul--if he even had one--into everything he did and it was his best and his worse quality. He worked with a passion and conviction that most vampires and humans alike lacked and there was something hypnotising about the way he moved when he cooked and the confidence that came when he toiled over the stove, putting his proverbial nose to the grindstone. He operated with the talent of someone more than 33 years old, but then again, that was probably because he was actually 94.

The Novemugenarian bustled around the kitchen, stirring various pots, flipping multiple dishes over on the fryer or in the oven with zeal. Benny had to work in the restaurant kitchen all by himself, the establishment not being able to afford more than one cook at a time, but he supposed it would have been too illustrious an honour to have worked beside someone great. Would have been too difficult for sure at least, he seethingly thought, slowing his pace, reminded of the fact he had limited control over his unholy thirst.

His lapse in activity, the brief sojourn to muse at the unfairness of it all, must have clearly been disapproved of by the powers above, as the shout of The head waitress and cashier, Paulette and subsequent swell of clattering plates wrenched the chef sharply from his contemplation. "Benny! I need a hand!" She cried out. The vampire checked to make sure none of the food would need his immediate attentions before briskly lopping out of the kitchen to see to what she required of him. As soon as he exited the room though, he instantly regretted it, the overpowering scent of blood, the steady thrum of so many pulses packed together in the tight space, making him salivate. Their-odor-was no longer masked by the heady smell of herbs and spices that circled the cookery. Poor Paulette dejectedly juggled a stack of dinnerware while trying to attend to some customers, the hostest being no where to be found apparently. "Oh thank God," She sighed as Benny came into sight. Not likely, he thought. "Sir, Ma'am, please excuse the fact that we are understaffed tonight, I assure you it won't affect your service. This is Benny and he'll show you to your table."

ImageThe cook offered up a wan smile to the boyish officer and his dark haired date, stomach already churning. "Hi, yes, I'm Benny, as the lovely lady made mention, and if you'll follow me, your table is this way." He said with the practiced skill of a chef who had been forced into this position one too many times before now, his voice warm and rumbling like honey poured over thunder, a southern louisiana lilt scratching the surface. The vampire lead the pair to an open booth and slid two menus he had managed to swipe from the host podium on the trip over there in front of them. "Alright, why don't we start ya'll off with something to drink."

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The moment Sam’s eyes met hers, Caro knew she should have kept her thoughts to herself and it was obvious by his sudden uncomfortable shift that he felt the same way. Although to his credit, Sam did support her, whether or not it was from the love they shared or whether he was simply saying what he felt, Caroline was truly grateful for his support. "I'm wondering if it would really be smart to completely shun him. Can we really turn down another wolf at a time like this? The Hunters could use this incident as an excuse to come after us as well. The more numbers we have, the safer we are… I'm not saying we have to trust him altogether, but we shouldn't turn him away either." Caro saw the truth in his words, but she doubted Leanna or Axel would do so, both of them were too stubborn for their own good at times, would one of them have to die before they realised that there was safety in numbers?

A hunter was killed yesterday, not a civilian, not a wolf, a hunter and Caro was wise enough to realise the severity of this. They were essentially a pack in their own way, they stuck together, looked out for one another, they were a family and they would go after the culprit and what was to say they didn’t get caught in the cross fire? Hunters were extremely narrow-minded and now with this murder, Caro feared that for them everything would become black and white, if they were human they lived, if they were supernatural they died, no grey area. It was honestly quite a worrying thought for the blonde, she did not want a war, revenge only ever lead to more revenge and sooner rather than later all that was left would be a pile of dead bodies and no redemption. Caroline did not want to die, she had never done anything wrong and yet by something that she could not control she would be deemed a monster, it simply wasn’t fair, but then again nothing in life seemed to be fair.

Perhaps it would be easier to take a leaf out of Albrecht’s book and flee whilst she still could, but one look at Sam and her family made that will disappear, this is where she belonged and nothing could ever change that fact. Suddenly the sound of Leanna’s ‘voice’ hit her like a sheet of ice, it clear from her tone and her tensed form that her anger was nearly over whelming. Caroline had never seen her friend in such a way before, her words were laced with venom and she could have sworn that she would have pounced on her at any moment. "How can you still regard him as a friend when he left the pack behind without a second thought for me or you or any of those he'd cared for, Axel is our Alpha... He knows what's best for the pack. It's his decision."

If she would have been in her human form Caroline would have frowned, however she simply lowered her head; it was not out of an act of regret, she had meant every word she said, but rather one to simply defuse the situation. She felt for Leanna, truly she did, she could remember clearly the heartbreak her friend had experience when Axel just up and left, Caro had been angry herself at first. But her anger only ever lasted so long and she had genuinely missed him, however Leanna was right, Axel was their alpha and she must obey his command.

Axel added fuel to the fire and remained strong in his stance against his own brother, throwing in words such as disgust and traitor, but Caro couldn’t help but wonder how deep his hatred actually went, whether it truly was hatred or whether it merely only masked pain felt by his brothers absence. Whatever the reason he seemed set in his ways and Caroline certainly wasn’t in the mood for an argument that morning. As he dismissed them, she stood quickly and scampered off into the forest, wanting to be alone for a little while.

She ran home, through the woods to avoid being seen by the population of Bellingstone and once she reached the seclusion of her back yard, she transformed back into her human form and hurried inside her home. After resting for a little while, transformations always seemed to take its toll on her, Caro changed into a new outfit and grabbed her keys.

Once in her car, she pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Sam which read, ‘Can I come and see you in a few hours? I missed you last night.’ It was short but to the point, she had missed him last night, they had meant to spend the night together but of course with everything which had happened their priorities had changed and once again the were forced to push their own plans to one side. Caro started the engine of her car, and quickly pulled out of her garage; the drive to the sheriff’s office wasn’t a particularly long one, but the drive helped clear her mind a little.

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Seb hadn't stopped walking since he first entered the forest surrounding Bellingstone. His rifle was still gripped tightly in two hands, one by the trigger and the other further up on the barrel. The thick foliage and branches didn't even seem to affect him at all, for he simply trampled them down into the ground. Suddenly, Sebastian stopped moving all at once. His body tensed and his eyes widened so that his pupils dilated. The grip on his rifle tightened again as Seb slowly turned toward the side.

As he'd been walking, Sebastian had heard the sound of rustling leaves to his side. Instinctively, the man came to a sudden halt. His hearing wasn't as good as the werewolves or vampires of Bellingstone, but he certainly held an advantage over most humans. Without moving his feet, Seb swiveled on the balls of his feet into a slight crouch, now facing the sound. A fluid motion brought the gun to his eye and with a 'bang!' Sebastian fired the shot into the brush.
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There was the sound of quick, crazed rustling and then nothing. Assuming whatever it was had either died or left the vicinity, Seb moved closer to get a look. Standing only a foot from it now, he realized he'd been startled by nothing more than a pheasant which, in turn, Seb admitted he shot down in a barbaric manner.

"God damn..." he mumbled, letting the gun fall by his side as he rubbed his forehead slowly with his hand. Was he really growing so paranoid he had to kill a bird just to feel safe? He should have known the difference between the sound of a bird fluttering and a vampire stalking. It had been drilling deeply into him, and yet he was still making mistakes and shooting randomly. What if it had been a human? He most certainly would have had to leave the town or even the state. "Damn bird..." He quickly kicked some dirt over it and started off the way he'd come toward his home.

By the time he reached the edge of the timberland, Seb stopped. Perhaps he shouldn't go back to the home just yet. Annelise was most likely awake and he certainly wanted to avoid that situation as much as possible. But, regardless, he knew he couldn't just wait out all day in the woods. The only other intelligent idea then seemed to go down to the police station. He couldn't drive there, though, since his keys were still inside the house.

Sebastian sighed and decided that it really only seemed logical to walk. Before he left, he quickly placed his gun up against the back of the house and wandered through the woods down to the police station. The walk was long and a bit tiresome, but it didn't seem to phase Seb all too much. Instead, he focused on other things, mainly the thoughts that were currently plaguing his mind. Therefore, he hardly seemed tired when he reached the station. Through a back door, he entered and snuck into his office where he'd thankfully stashed one of his uniforms years before after some late shift or something like that.

Out in the front of the station, the station's receptionist (which was just another cop) looked up from his papers as Caro approached him. "Sheriff Harding?" he repeated. "I don't think he's in...but I can check if you need me to." Standing up from his spot, the man walked back to Sebastian's office and rapped his knuckles on the door just as Seb was fastening his belt around his waist. "Sheriff? Someone's here to see you." He jumped slightly in surprise and turned toward the door.

"What?" he asked, confusion in his tone. "Uh, shit, send them in." By the time the man had walked back out to bring Caroline back to the office space, Sebastian had already taken his seat. As she entered, he gestured slowly to the chair across from himself. Already, before she'd begun speaking, he was analyzing her. Though it felt like ages ago, Seb distinctly remembered her from the diner yesterday. She had been very close with the ones Alarick had pinpointed as werewolves. Biting the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything, Seb simply watched her with a poker face.

"What can I do for you, Miss...?" He trailed off, not knowing the woman's last name. Everyone else seemed close in this town, but he'd always been a little more antisocial than most.

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“That would be great, thanks.” Caroline smiled at the deputy as he offered to go find one of the very few officers within Bellingstone, then again with the town’s main inhabitants supernatural beings there was only so much human’s could do, but she knew that too many people their mere presences was just comforting. As she waited for the deputy to return, she drummed her nails against the desk before her, a habit she had picked up many years ago and something you could quite often catch her doing on a slow day at the bar. Her blue hues darted around the room, taking in the different sights and the different bulletins on the walls, one in particular caught Caro’s attention; it was the missing poster of the family who disappeared last year. Of course she used the term ‘disappeared’ lightly, most knew exactly what had happened to them and she suspected the Sheriff knew also, but naturally you couldn’t go around telling the truth, she doubted the world would react very well to the knowledge that vampires were not only to blame, but also not so mythical after all. Seeing it honestly made her sad, she could not imagine the pain of the families who had no answer, but it also reaffirmed Caroline’s belief that she was doing the right thing in going against Axel’s orders. “Ma’am, the sheriff will see you now.”

Turning quickly on her heel, Caroline’s heart leaped at the suddenness of the man’s voice, he had startled her with his sudden reappearance. Slightly embarrassed, a light blush crept upon her cheeks as she smiled her gratitude, “thank you.” Following along the small corridor, she swallowed the lump in her throat. Honestly she was terrified about how this would go, it wasn’t an easy subject to breech, but Caroline just prayed he wouldn’t judge her on her supernatural status and rather listened to what she had to say, although she doubted it. The man held open the door for Caro as she walked through, smiling a final thank you as he closed it behind her. Finally her attention turned to Sebastian sat behind the desk, taking the seat opposite him, from the moment she had stepped in the room she could almost smell the authority which likened somewhat to Axel, however this man was not her kin and she could sense that immediately, one wrong move and it could spell a bullet in her heart.

Image“Oh, It’s King, but please Caroline will do,” she offered a hesitant smile, “yes I did.” For a moment her mouth became dry, her palms clammy, she had faced foes before, but the way this man’s eyes bore into her, silently judging, scared Caro immensely. Summoning some inner courage she lifted her gaze to meet his, “I know what you do,” she began carefully, “and I sense that you know what I am, but before you try and kill me for reasons you may deem justifiable, I have something information…well suspicions really, about the murder yesterday, I think I know who did it. There’s a new vampire in town, a very old one at that.”

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Jeremy's smile when she grabbed his hand practically made her heart melt. Ariana interlaced her fingers with his, and they walked into the restaurant just like that... probably looking like fifteen year-olds with their first crush. When they entered the establishment, Ariana was hit with a wall of sound, and a mass of bodies. Apparently everyone had a craving for cajun food that evening. They stayed to the rear of the crowd, and she still clung to his hand while they waited. Eventually they were approached by an eccentric woman who gave them a rehearsed greeting. "Hi, hello. Name's Paulette. Welcome to the Rajin' Cajin where you don't have to travel all the way to the bayou for some good ol' Creole cooking." The woman was nice enough, though, and Ariana just gave her a smile in return. She had a handful of dirty dishes she was juggling, and Ariana figured they were a little understaffed, not used to so many customers.

"Table for two?" Jeremy asked, and her heart skipped a beat at his statement. Just the two of them spending a night together. She couldn't help but smile and tug his body a little closer to hers. "I am sorry for all the commotion and confusion, we are a bit short handed and quite busy as you can see, but no worries, I'll have someone come help us out here." Paulette began to search the establishment, looking for any help, yet apparently finding none. She finally gave up and yelled "Benny, I need a hand!" Apparently whoever Benny was had just gotten picked to help the lovebirds. What a lucky guy. It didn't take long for him to appear, and it was obvious he worked behind the scenes. He seemed to be on edge slightly, but Ariana couldn't figure out why.

Paulette apologized, promising that their service would be outstanding, and then she hustled off to help the fifty customers she most likely had. "Hi, yes, I'm Benny, as the lovely lady made mention, and if you'll follow me, your table is this way." He took off, and the couple followed, still hand in hand. They stopped in front of a booth, and even though Jeremy sat, Ariana stayed standing. "Alright, why don't we start ya'll off with something to drink," the cook said. "I'll just take a water, please," she said quickly before walking to Jeremy's side. She placed a hand on his shoulder affectionately, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I'll be just a minute," she said softly before heading to the back of the establishment to hit the ladies room.

ImageIt only took a minute before she emerged back into the main area of the restaurant, and she was about to head back to her booth - and Jeremy - when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned suddenly to find none other than Tommy standing before her. "Shit..." she said, somewhat breathy, after being startled. "You scared the crap out of me." It took her a minute to notice that there was nothing friendly about his face, and he was actually looking at her with hatred in his eyes. "I saw that you're here with another man..." he simply stated, and Ariana raised an eyebrow, confused. Sure, they had slept together the other night, but she had told him plain and simple that she didn't want anything from him. "What, am I not good enough for you? You'd rather have Wonderboy?" Her eyes narrowed, not knowing where he was going with this conversation. All she wanted was to get back to her date. "I'm busy, Tommy. Leave me alone," she said with annoyance seeping through her tone. She turned to leave him, and was grabbed forcefully. A hand was placed over her mouth, and she was pulled forcefully backward.

Somehow, she was dragged backward and out a service entrance into an alley. He shoved her against a wall, and she felt the breath rush out of her lungs. It took a moment, but she finally was able to get words out. "What the hell, Tommy?" she asked, her words full of anger and hatred. "You deserve me. No one else deserves you. Certainly not that young, immature fool." Jeremy was four times the man Tommy was, and she knew he would never lay a hand on her like Tommy just had. "You are mine. He advanced on her quickly, pushing her down to the ground, attempting to force her clothes off. She struggled against him, knowing that with her training she could overpower him in mere seconds. She pushed him off of her, shoving the heel of her pump at his thigh, making contact and feeling it sink into his skin. He let out a roar of anger, pulling the pump from his leg and tossing it aside.

ImageHe advanced on her faster than her eyes could register, and he forcefully slapped her in the face. She saw stars as her head whiplashed back, tears stinging her eyes. "If you don't want me, you will have no one," Tommy said, and she watched with horror as fangs slid out of his mouth. She had no idea he was a vampire. And she had left her weapons at home in the name of fashion and looking beautiful for Jeremy. "I'm going to enjoy killing you slowly..." he said, a cold smile on his lips. "Fuck..." she said to herself, as he advanced on her slowly. In a split second he moved at the speed of light, and he was on top of her again, hand squeezing her neck tightly. She sputtered for air, tears falling down her face. It's like everyone says, your life flashes before your eyes. And when the pictures flashed before her, she was disappointed with what she saw. Sure, she had lived a fun life, but what had she actually gotten out of it? She hadn't developed many meaningful relationships. Would anyone even miss her when she died? The only thing she was proud of was being a hunter. And now she had met a wonderful guy who thought she was beautiful and special, even though she was quirky and sarcastic. Love had been something she avoided at all costs, and yet she had found herself falling for this rookie cop. She thought of Jeremy inside, wondering where she had went. Would he think she had completely bailed on him? Would he even look for her? All she knew was that she was going to die.

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

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

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

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

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

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The boy wonder drummed his fingers tunelessly on the clear-coated table top, heart a flutter, too hopped up on endorphins to sit idle. He had so much he wanted to ask Ariana, so much he wanted to tell her....save a certain childhood trauma. His lips curved down into something resembling a frown. Why was his sister coming to mind just now, her murder? Jeremy sighed balefully. No. He would not let his focus be divided tonight. Ariana was at stake. Thinking on his date, he lifted his head up to scan the room that was packed passed capacity. She ought to have been back by now....luckily though, his grin found itself again just as soon as his eyes caught sight of her traveling his direction, Ariana's expression unwittingly mirroring his own. That infectious smile of his only faltered at the sight of another man grabbing her shoulder. Who the Hell was he? Whoever the stranger was, she didn't seemed all that pleased to see him, and he didn't look too happy either. Whatever their exchange, Jeremy felt he had better intervene, sliding out of the booth to retrieve his date. Goodness, when had he become so possessive? But it was more than that, he didn't like a man intimidating a woman by any means, he would not stand for harassment....especially not of his date.

But as he tried to weave around a rather obnoxious group of people, bawdily laughing as they traversed drunkenly back to their own table, he lost sight of her and the stranger. His brow furrowed, heart slamming up into his throat. “Ariana?” He called out, hoping for an answer, but finding none. He pushed through the crowd a bit rougher this time, not affording any “excuse me”s or “sorry”s, as he found the back of the room, where she had been standing not moments ago. The cop whipped his head around at the sound of whistling wind breezing through an open doorway, catching sight of a streak of jet black hair before it closed shut once more. Got yah.

As soon as he came through the door, his head jerked in the direction of a voice, the voice of a young woman--Ariana--strained, desperate, frightened. “Fuck.” That one word couldn't have been more horrifying had it been howled, and the sight coupled with it was no improvement either. The man hovered over Ariana, pinning her to the ground, hand wrapped around her throat. A hulk like rage filled Jeremy's body, consuming him completely until his mind was only working on a primal level reminiscent of some fevered animal. His knuckles turned bone white as he clenched them into fists, his face falling even paler. “Hey!” He cried out, racing forward, unknowingly hastening toward death, dancing sprightly towards it's outstretched talons. Those knuckled white hands unfurled to grasp at the mans shirt collar and heave him up into a standing position off Ariana before flinging him to the side. The man recovered quicker than Jeremy had thought was possible twisting his body around, landing on his feet like a cat, wrath marring his comely features. Two of his teeth, his canines, protruded sharply from the rest of his pearly white set as a feral snarl escaped his lips. If there had been birds, they would have abandoned their alcoves in the branches of evergreens and taken to the skies, startled by the sound of it.

ImageA real fear gripped Jeremy's insides, twisting his guts into a Gordian knot, but he did not waver. He hoisted Ariana to her feet and stood protectively in front of her, gaze somehow managing to come across as threatening. “You want someone to choke, bring it on Dracula.” He ground out as the vampire stepped toward them both menacingly. “First I am going to eat your boyfriend here, drain him so dry his body will concave on itself like a caprisun pouch. Make you watch, as helplessly as I did when you walked away from me into the arms of this Wonderboy...” His lips stretched into the joyless cousin of a smile, something awful and cruel. “Then you and me will have some real fun-”Tommy's words were cut abruptly short by a long jagged piece of wood jutting through the front of his chest, blood spilling from his mouth. Anyone e'er tell you you talk too much?” A gruff southern voice said from behind him as the assailants body crumpled to the ground. Jeremy's eyes were fixed in horror at the body splayed face-down, its unmoving palms touching the earth left exposed by the melted snow as though bent over in prayer. On its back, around the gaping hole gored in the upper-left portion by a broken chair leg, the corpse’s green tee-shirt was darkening; no longer a shade to rival the evergreens, the material now tainted almost black. That was the last glimpse of butchery Jeremy caught before the body spontaneously imploded, flesh crumbling into blocks of ash, scattering black across the sea of white, like the threat had been nothing more than an ink stain on a rumpled white coverlet. He clutched onto the girl behind him, still protective and he pushed her a step back, eyes rising to meet the icy blue ones of their waiter.


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“I'll just take a water, please.” The dark haired girl replied, not bothering to take a seat, leaning in to whisper into the boys ear before scampering off toward the ladies room. “And for you?” He asked the rookie police officer that everyone around town could recognize from the happy go lucky-if not some what perpetually dopey-grin plastered on his face. “Sweet tea please sir, thank you very much.” He replied, offering the vampire up a warm and genuine smile. Benny couldn't help but return the gesture in earnest, Jeremy's unabashed kindness reminding him so much of his grandson Harrison's. “I'll be back in just a minute then with your drinks and to take your orders.” He informed him before milling back around the room to retreat into the safety of kitchen.

The smell of boiling crawfish and warm beignets drowned his senses, dulling the smell of pumping blood rushing through tender veins, and allowed him to clear his mind, to shake that ravenous hunger that has seized him not moments before. He sighed heavily as he leaned against the wall, his eyes settling with determined calm on the deeply varnished heart pine floor. The light made pools of yellow on the boards that if he focused on, reminded him of all the textures and elements softened by the simmering summers of New Orleans and her clammy crawling winters—green winters, Benny called them because the trees there were never bare. God, he missed home. The closest reminder he had to it were some kitchen lights and the smell of Creole. Benny shook off his self pity and set about to checking on all of his cooking dishes once more before filling two glasses with their respective drink of choice, thanking whoever would listen that he only had two customers to serve, and hadn't been demoted to full on waiter status yet.

With another sigh and one drawn out pause to steady himself, hand hovering over the knob, he trepidatiously decided upon going through the kitchen door back into the fray, his unwavering dedication to living a human life winning out. His steely blue eyes settled on his customers table across the room only to find no one occupying it. This wasn't all that odd, perhaps the boy had excused himself to the restroom as well, what with humans and their persistent bladders and all, but what was out of place was the irony tang of blood permeating the air. This wasn't the smell of blood beneath skin, but the smell of freshly split crimson life being wasted. Benny's eyes lolled back in his head, jaw dropping open just slightly as venom pooled in his mouth. He set the drinks on the nearest empty table, instincts kicking into drive, and wound his way through the patrons to the exit, following the scent trail, face as calm as a predator on the prowl.

Luckily for all parties involved, as soon as Benny set foot into the deep Pennsylvania snow, and felt the whip of the bitter biting wind that tore across the parking lot, he seemed to come to, despite the fact he was closer to the bleeding source. The winter breathed a harsh exhalation of cold fronts that was just what the vampire needed to focus as he continued around the venue to peak around the corner. This was more for the sake of a visual as his vampiric hearing afforded him every word of the exchange between the dark hair girl and her new not so welcome companion; a companion, that not unlike him, was of the undead variety.

Vampires were by their very nature perverse and did wicked and terrible things simply for the sport of it. To kill a mortal pet for her deemed betrayal would be a worthy entertainment for some grim and alien creature, their lives growing so easily stale after so many years. Benny's lip curled over his dull canines, his fangs, thankfully, remaining sheathed. Like hell he was just going to stand by and let this fanger come onto his territory and shed blood at his back door. He doubled back around the building to retrieve a chair he knew from experience was posted just outside another exit, for employee's that part timed in chain smoking, and snapped it over his thigh, breaking off one of the legs with a sickening crack. Stake in hand he felt bolder, braver, more sure in his resolve as he slank with all the stealth of a panther into the woods, taking a round about route to catch the stranger off guard.

ImageAs fate would deliciously have it, the poor girls date had stumbled outside and joined the party, exercising a bravery that not many possessed in the face of the devil. This provided Benny the perfect distraction as he moved in even closer, stake poised to strike. The vampire Tommy took his last step, a step toward the quaking human beings when Benny made his move, thrusting the wood upward into his heart so hard that the vampire's feet rose off of the ground. “Any one e'er tell you you talk too much?” He said smugly, tossing the dying corpse onto the ground with a loud thud, and as the body withered away into ash, he caught a glimpse of the looks on the human's faces; one of horror, one of understanding. Not only had he revealed himself to two mortals, effectively ruining his cover here, one of them had to be a hunter. “Shit.” Nice move Laffite, way to use your brain.

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Sterling had begun to lose himself in the fantasy world he was creating for himself at that point. He was moving closer and closer to the toys on Sheriff Harding's lawn, not really seeming to care that this was trespassing and he'd certainly be arrested if the Sheriff was in his home, watching. Just a few yards away from the toys now, he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks, for he heard someone nearing the door on the inside of the house. Clutching his purchased books against his chest nervously, Sterling darted off around the side of the house, pressing his body up to the cabin's side.

The heavy-sounding door shut then and, against his best judgement, Sterling stole a quick glimpse around the side of the home to look and see who had left the home. At first he'd been expecting Sebastian himself, but he was absolutely shocked to see the young girl emerging. In fact, so shocked that he didn't even bother to hide himself again. She looked just like her, it was almost frightening.

The young, blonde-haired girl could have easily been his own daughter running before him. She bore such stunning resemblance to his young Lily that for a moment, he wished he could step forward and cry out to her. But, that would have been illogical. Instead, he choked back his words and shoved the back of his first in his mouth, stifling a cry. Regardless, tears were welling along the bottom lids of his chocolate brown eyes. It was her, it had to be her! Quickly, he hid himself against the wall, his chest expanding and falling rapidly from the fear. A small smile spread on his lips though.

"I AM THE WINTER PRINCESS!" Her 'battle-cry' caused Sterling to jolt out of his reverie and he almost dropped the books in his arms on to the ground below. The child leapt down into the snow, most likely some of the last snow she'd see until next winter, since it was already early April. Another peak around the building, for he had to see her again, showed the girl racing to find something. "Where is my icy chari- choree- chahairle-- where is my ice carriage?!" He let out a soft laugh at her words, watching her race around. Her words created a bittersweet memory of his daughter, running around in his yard and later his parents' yard when the Depression had hit.

It was really a stupid idea, when he thought back to it, but he was simply ecstatic and clearly not thinking straight. Before he knew what he was doing, Sterling had stepped out from behind the side of the house and walked a few paces to the bicycle he assumed she was searching for, given she was crying out about a carriage. Clutching the books with one arm, he picked the pink bike up with the other hand and held it there until she finally turned to look back the way she'd come from.

"Is this what you're looking for, dear?" he asked, eyebrow cocked slightly over his left eye. He offered a slight smile and moved toward her slightly, gesturing to the bike with a jerk of his head. "Your chariot, I presume?" She would most likely wonder who he was, given the two had never met before. "I don't want to scare you, I was just passing through the woods and...thought I'd help you find your chariot." A quick smile appeared on his lips. "You could call me Mr. Pearce, if you'd like."

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Albrecht sipped slowly from his glass as he listened. The back of his mind was racing curiously, wondering if she recognized him, since he'd certainly seen her around town here before he left years and years back. She explained the car situation, to which he nodded. His car had a habit of giving out just when he needed it the most. Perhaps it was some sort of being cursing him for his abandonment of the pack, but it never really fazed him, unless he was running late for a meeting or for a court session. Then it became a real pain in his ass.

His offer seemed to cause some sort of conflicted emotion, for she bit her lip in response, as if holding back words. As he set down his empty glass, Al raised an eyebrow curiously at her, as if to ask what she was concerned about without really saying such words.

"I...ah...I suppose that would be alright...my shift will be done in half an hour," she replied. In return, Albrecht smiled and followed her gaze to the clock to also check the time.

"Sounds good," he said, adding a quick smile. An awkward moment of silence ensued and Albrecht resorted to tracing the rim of his beer glass slowly, tongue to cheek. As Sara spoke up, he jumped slightly.

"So, are you new around here? Most of the people that come here are pretty regular, and I can't say I've seen you here before." Her words caused him to blush slightly, and Albrecht rubbed the back of his neck a bit sheepishly, giving a soft laugh in the mean time. He had known returning to town would earn him such questions, but he still was not very prepared at all to answer her inquiries.

"Well, uh, define new," Al said, giving another abrupt laugh. "I mean, I lived here before and everything, but I left years back to go to college..." Before he knew it, against his better judgement, Albrecht began an abridged spiel on his time outside of Bellingstone. He wouldn't have normally been so open with a woman he didn't exactly know, but he was lonely, tired, and needed to kill time. In fact, by the time he was done speaking, he shift was also done.

The two walked out to the curbside and Al opened up the top of the car to curiously peer in. Smoke puffed back up at him and Albrecht coughed in the midst of it, waving a hand back and forth before his visage to clear the air. "Well, shit, you've got yourself quite a problem here," he stated, even though he wasn't exactly sure what said problem was in the first place. "I'm not even sure what to do...I don't want to break your car or anything." He stepped back and looked to Sara with a quick smile.

"If you need a ride back home or something, I could always give you one. Not to sound creepy or anything, y'know, just being neighborly. I'd be willing to offer any other help you need, really."

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Axel walked into the doors of his diner and frowned, peering around slowly. The entire place was covered in glass, minus the area where he and Albrecht had begun to fight, for the glass there had been pushed aside with their movements. When he'd first approached the building, he was shocked to see a truck parked before it. Only after he entered and walked back to the kitchen, though, did he recognize the electrician surveying the room. Axel was quite familiar with the man, though they certainly weren't friends or anything. Actually they just knew each other from the numerous occasions on which the electrician was called over to work on the cabin's lighting. Apparently no one had really bothered to install reliable lights in the home. If only it had been built with them but, of course, there was no such thing back when Felix was building the home for his relatives.

"So, what's up with my lighting, Jim?" he looked to the electrician, arms crossed. Jim, a heavier set man in his late forties, was setting up a ladder on top of the shattered glass. Axel sighed, trying not to yell at the man for further breaking apart the glass into even smaller bits with the bottom of the ladder.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure," he replied, drawing the 'well' out until Axel felt like he should kick the ladder out.

"Shouldn't the electrician know what's going on?" Axel countered, eyebrow raised as he spoke monotonously, simply adding to the snideness in his remark. The electrician gave an eye roll as he climbed the ladder, though Axel couldn't see it. He could tell, though, that he'd struck a nerve by the way the man muttered a few words under his breath.

"The electrician's trying," he said, unscrewing the remnants of one bulb from a lamp. "It looks like took much power surged through and busted them. We didn't get lightning yesterday or anything, did we? Anything bizarre happen to the electricity beforehand?" Axel crossed his arms.

"Shouldn't you be able to tell me if something odd happened beforehand?" he muttered. It was too quiet for the man to hear, though, so Axel continued. "Nothing I can remember, to tell you the truth. I was in the kitchen cooking and talking with an employee." Axel started to sweep the floor slowly, occasionally looking toward the man as he inspected the lighting around the diner. He'd almost finished sweeping when he heard the bell at the front of the diner ring, followed by a voice.

[b]"Axel? Sei qui dentro?" said the voice, obviously Caterina's since Axel didn't know any other Italians. Despite not knowing what she'd said, he called out to her.

"In here, Cat!" he yelled, sweeping the pile of glass into a dustpan. It took a while for her to enter the kitchen, for she was sweeping the glass on the way to the kitchen. When she entered, though, Axel leaned on his broom and smiled lightly at Caterina. "Sorry about leaving so suddenly yesterday...and for calling you in so abruptly. I just need to get this done, y'know?" With the dust pan in hand, Axel walked to the waste bin and dumped the shards out. "I still have no idea how this happened...the lighting in this place is pretty reliable under most circumstances."

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"Miss King," he repeated, nodding his head. Seb heard her mention that her first name, Caroline, was fine. But, it seemed a little odd to him to not only address a stranger by her first name, but also a potential werewolf. No, instead, he'd simply call her by her last name. He returned the hesitant smile in an obviously feigned manner, not even trying to pretend it was genuine. It was more of a comfort thing for her, really, even though his half assed smile wouldn't be much of a comfort at all to anyone.

He continued to watch her, eyes like daggers on her as the two sat in silence. Then, she spoke. Nothing at all could have prepared him for her words. They came as a shock, but he attempted to try and play dumb at first. Admitting to his identity would be problematic.
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"I know what you do," the woman said, her gaze meeting his in an surprisingly confident manner. He knew she had this confidence in her, yet it was surprising to see her so confident around him when she'd just been looking away from him.

"Excuse me...?" he asked, leaning forward on the desk and clasping his hands together tightly. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about." He certainly did know what she was talking about, though. He was an observant man and it wasn't difficult to discern the meaning in her words.

"And I sense that you know what I am, but before you try and kill me for reasons you may deem justifiable, I have something information…well suspicions really, about the murder yesterday, I think I know who did it. There’s a new vampire in town, a very old one at that.”

"Miss, I have no idea what you're talking about," he said a first, mentally formulating a plan to kill off the young werewolf. "Vampires? Really? Such things don't exist." She might have told him her identity, but that didn't mean he had to. But, the second half of her statement was what really seemed to bug him. Seb's hands clasped together tighter, causing the knuckles to turn white. A vampire was what had killed Nika. Could this dog actually be on to something than he'd managed to miss? Against his better judgement, he sighed and lifted his hands to press the clasped together hands against his lips in deep thought. They sat in at least another minute of silence before Sebastian decided to speak.

"I'm not sure how you learned about me, dog," he said after a while. "I want you to know, though, that I could kill you over seventy ways in this room alone. So, don't try anything funny, okay?" Like Caro, he was also anxious. Even an experienced Hunter like himself could be caught off guard at moments. "I'm also not sure what you know about this vampire, or if this vampire is even one I'm looking for. How do I know you're not just planning something against me, hm? Hell, for all I know, this could be a plan against me with the rest of your pack mates." Finally, he leaned back with his hands clasped over his stomach, watching Caroline closely still. "And, lastly, why come to me? You could probably do something about it. You didn't know I was going to let you live, either." He fiddled his thumbs slowly. "Really, I should be your last resort...unless you dogs have simply become that desperate?"

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Leighton whirled around at the sound of a second voice in the yard, pale hair whipping with so sudden and sharp a movement; this was not a voice she knew. There, in her line of vison stood a pallid, thin man with deep-seemingly bottomless eyes, and a shy smile. In his hands, he clutched her pink tricycle.

"Is this what you're looking for, dear? Your chariot, I presume? I don't want to scare you, I was just passing through the woods and...thought I'd help you find your chariot. You could call me Mr. Pearce, if you'd like."

ImageThe little girl flashed him a grateful and affable smile, trudging through the snow to stand before him. "Mr. Pearce? Bleh. That's really formal. You don't have a first name? A nickname? Mine's Leighton, but you can call me Leigh...." She put a tiny finger to her cheek, as if pondering. "Or prefferably Princess Leigh of the winter lands." Her smile grew, cheeky and almost teasing. Warning bells sang their haulting tune in the back of her mind-years of STRANGER DANGER and Sebby's warnings about persons of unknown intent screaming their remonstrance, but she couldn't be made to care. No one had ever tried to harm her, which only produced a certain naitivity, and that, coupled with Sterlings meek and meager appearance and tone...and she never stood a chance.

Leighton gingerly reached up and took the trike from his cold grasp and set it on the ground before clammering atop the seat to stand eye to eye with him and extending her hand to shake. "What do you have there, books?" She asked, leaning forward ever so slightly on the seat to try to catch a glimpse of the thick texts tucked beneath his arm. Her curious doll-like features were reminescent of a Rembrandt painting, light-in-the-darkness, all-present glow juxtaposed against the washed out colors of winter. "Is that wher eyou learned such big words like Chariot?"



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Derek climbed into his car and sat heavily in the driver’s seat as he sucked in a breath and wilted, resting his forehead against the steering wheel. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure where their relationship stood and what staying with her ment for his survival in Bellingstone, but regardless, he couldn't help being what ever she needed, molding himself to fit her desideratum. In fact, Sara had needed him in that very moment, called him to pick her up-[i]wanted[i/] him to pick her up he amended as she could have called anyone, and dammit if he wouldn't come running.

Derek Hale was a confined individual, locked up in a steel box. When he let a little vulnerability or emotion show, it was carefully measured and then delivered. He was self aware in a way that was both admirable but damaging to himself. It was also safe; and safe was what worked. Safe was what kept him functioning even when everything bottomed out and he had nothing left to lose.

And then Sara waltzed right into his life, housing Derek's soul like she had a right to, like she had no idea she'd instantly become home for this man.

Just over the course of the couple of days he had come to know her, when Derek wan't paying attention, Sara would brush her fingertips along top of his hand and take his tension away and Derek would just smile, none the wiser. Later he was always annoyed with himself because he was in such a damn good mood and he couldn't figure out how it had happened. He was being childish but he didn't care. He wanted to mope and he was good at brooding. He was always good at guilt and ugly things...

The drive to her work was a long and tedious one, the lone wolf not so much as touching the radio dial. They had been salting the roads in the town which put Derek directly behind a big, painfully slow salt-truck as it spilt its contents on the street and placed him a good ten minutes behind his designated time of pick up. It was all he could do to stiffle and anxious growl. He didn't like leaving her out there waitng and alone.

ImageAt last, as he whipped into the bar parkinglot-the place a flurry with activity as patrons staggered out into the streets to vehicles they were not really in a state to operate- Derek spotted Sara's car, hood propped up, smoke billowing out. Not a good sign. He quickly parked and lopped out, coming just a few feet away before it hit him. The scent. Like a wall of musk and ferality. Sara's own wolfy smell-warm and inviting-and a strangers; another wolf's, and not just any wolf-an alpha wolf. There was always a way to tell, if you were particularly versed in scenting, you'd notice all sorts of tiny details that added up to a sum of rank. And if you weren't then catching sight of the man was more than enough to glean that surmation. It was enough to have the hairs on the back of Derek's neck standing on end, bristling at the challenge.

"If you need a ride back home or something, I could always give you one. Not to sound creepy or anything, y'know, just being neighborly. I'd be willing to offer any other help you need, really."

ImageDerek could feel his fangs grow in his mouth, involuntarily, threatened. He choked them back, running his tongue over the sharp edges until the returned to blunt and dull human teeth before he closed the final few feet of space. "She doesn't. Sara." He growled, alerting the pair to his presence. His voice was hard, guttural, matching the skyrocketing of his pulse. And though he had wrangled control over his fangs, he couldn't manage the eyes--so blown, there was only a rim of ice around pools of black.

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It was certainly much easier to see the girl's features from where Sterling stood now. She was a small thing, making it near impossible to guess her age. However, he placed it somewhere in the early years of schooling, maybe. Her hair was thin, but a light, sandy blonde that movie stars would have killed for. Her cyan eyes fixed on him, looking him over as he did to her. Both were obviously quite surprised by the presence of the other, especially the girl, of course. He was just surprised he'd gone ahead and mustered up the courage to speak to her.
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He blinked his dark brown eyes quickly, watching her as she smiled. He, in turn, gave a shaky sort of smile that conveyed his unease. Perhaps this wasn't the best idea. Perhaps he should run off now before the Sheriff came out with a gun or something to shoot him. She trudged over before he could leave though and it made him feel almost like he was stuck in the snowy yard, unable to flee.


"Mr. Pearce? Bleh. That's really formal. You don't have a first name? A nickname? Mine's Leighton, but you can call me Leigh...Or preferably Princess Leigh of the winter lands."
Sterling gave a nod, taking this request into consideration.

"Well, Princess Leigh of the Winter Lands," he began, playing along with her fantasy. "It is most certainly an honor to make your acquaintance. Um...of course I have a first name." He smirked back at her in amusement alongside her. "It's Sterling. Sterling Pearce." He was quiet then, forcing back a blush of embarrassment until Leighton's much warmer hand reached up and brushed against his. Instinctively, he let go quickly of the trike and let her take it.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, sort of scuffing his foot against the ground as he looked down at the shoes.

"What do you have there? Books?" Sterling slowly looked up, brow furrowed at her due to how close her voice suddenly sounded. He blinked in surprise at first, seeing her hand so close before his face. Slowly, he accepted it in his own clammy, chilled hand and looked down to see how one Earth she'd gotten up there. Suddenly, he removed his hand from hers and dropped his books so he could fall to his knees and hold the trike in place, afraid she would fall.

"That's not really an ideal perch..." he mumbled, looking back up at her so now she was the taller of the two. "Erm...yes. They're books." Suddenly, he gathered them up and pulled them toward his chest like a child might with books that took a fall in a school hallway. Leighton peered forward, trying to read the covers of his books. Sterling, panicking, held the trike harder in place. He exclaimed, "Oh, please don't fall!"

Looking up at her in worry, he couldn't help but notice how similar her appearance was to his Lily. In fact, if he hadn't known better, he would have said this was his little girl and not some child he'd met suddenly in the yard of a town Sheriff. Right now, he could have stood and hugged her tightly to his chest alongside his books. How he missed his little girl...what wouldn't he give to have her back before him? But, in a way, perhaps she was just before him now. Leighton could have been a carbon copy of his Lily, even. The thought caused his stomach to knot and a frown to form on his face. He missed her so much...

"Is that where you learned such big words like 'chariot'?"

"W-what?" he stammered, blinking his eyes back into focus as she spoke. "O-oh...yes, this is where I learned words like that. Well, these and school, of course..." He let out a nervous laugh and slowly stood up again, still holding a foot against the wheel of the bicycle to keep it in place.

"Well...I...um...you should...I should probably go," he said, his words coming out in a rush as if he were stumbling. "Must be weird having a strange man in your yard..." Another nervous laugh passed through his lips and he hugged the books even tighter, his knuckles turning white.

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