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When The Moon Rises

Rose, Italy

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a part of When The Moon Rises, by Vix.

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Astrid [10] I am many things. Above all, I am an apex predator.
Michael Molinelli [9] "The survival of my species matters most."
Zakhar Korzhakov [9] "If knowledge is power, and power corrupts, how come knowledge is what brings peace?"
Scarlet Meade [9] 'Call me Scar.'
Jack DeCoste [9] 'Just another blood-thirsty vamp looking for a snack.'
Luca Agani [8] "How 'bout we all just settle down for a moment?"
Stefano Klein [7] "I really don't fit in well: even my name doesn't match."
Mariette Le'Rouge [7] "At first there was trust, which is childish; faith, which is vain; and illusion, which is dangerous." wip
Janelle Molinelli [7] "You'll fall under my spell; they all do."

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Character Portrait: Juliana Ramos Character Portrait: Carla Medici Character Portrait: Sybil Parrish Character Portrait: Victoria Calirillo Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Dr. Joseph Lennox Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Darcy Character Portrait: Maxwell St. John Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein

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ImageTensions were high as black SUVs surrounded a small home on the outskirts of Rose, Italy. Speedboats came along the waterside of the home, docking and releasing a number of men and women dressed in black and armed with crossbows, rosaries, and holy water. It was like a scene from a movie as they swarmed the house and kicked down the doors, crashing in through the windows. Who were they and why were they there? An average onlooker wouldn't have the slightest idea, figuring that the rather peaceful residents might be drug dealers. Anyone looking at the scene could tell that the residents were either not there or the suits simply didn't find what they were looking for. A rather official looking man emerged from the home, ripping off his tie and throwing it to the ground before dropping to his knees in prayer. The house was completely devoid of life, not a single trace of vampire in the home. Either the leeches knew they were coming or their source was lying. Doctor Lennox was displeased that their trip to such a pitiful excuse for a town had turned out to be a waste of a ten hour drive and three hour preparation with a team of thirty men and women. They would be back on their way to Rome now, leaving in a hurry and without a care as plans were made to torture their prisoner for correct information this time around. As they drove away, golden orbs gave a light shine from the bushes nearby. Anyone looking from the outside would have sworn to Heaven and back that it was a giant black bear that was watching them before taking off.




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Location – Rose, Calabria, Italy – Luna Foresta – Casa dei Lupi Luna
Time – 5:28pm
Setting – Rose, Italy is hardly a city compared to the nearby cities of Rome, Milan, Venice, and Naples. It is still a beautiful little town, nonetheless. It's a quiet place and not really much goes on around there, easily overlooked by most people and not exactly a tourist hotspot. It is home to an ancient and proud Pack of Werewolves, though the numbers have dwindled since a major attack on them ten years ago. They are one of the many Packs that are dwindling in numbers, as many Packs across the world rarely have any more than ten or twelve members, most of them under the age of thirty. Their territories grow larger each passing month as the Cacciatori close in and wipe out the surrounding Packs. Living in Rose is also a small Coven of Vampires, finding it easier to dodge the Cacciatori than the Werewolves but still endangered as many of their fellow Immortals. The danger is not as much in Rose as it is in their neighboring big city -Venice- where the Cacciatori rule the world of daylight more so than ever. But every day, the Cacciatori get closer to discovering their whereabouts. After a close scare one week ago, the Vampires have teamed up (and moved in with) the Werewolves, hidden in the large forest outside of Rose.





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“Papa! Papa!” Janelle was the first to greet her father as he walked through the door. The burly man had anticipated her jump and caught her midair, swinging around with her. “Janelle, quello che ti ho detto di battere la gente a scuola?” His deep voice was stern as he stopped spinning with the small girl and watched as her green eyes were cast down. “Mantenere al minimo e non dimenticare di farle tenere la bocca chiusa.” He nodded as he set her down on the floor. “Esattamente. Quindi - La prossima volta, meglio tornare a casa per una storia la vittoria meno la chiamata dai vostri insegnanti.” The Italian man planted a kiss atop his daughter's head and ushered her off to finish her lunch before taking off up the stairs to the “Alpha Cave”. His room was the largest bedroom in the house and it was filled with things that you'd think you'd find in a hunter's lair; Trophy heads from various animals, a bear skin rug, fur blankets. The only things he didn't have were guns, having a particular distaste for the weapons.

The Alpha shed his uniform suit and tossed it into the hamper before donning a simple black tank top that hugged his cut muscles and a pair of loose denim pants, sliding a belt through the loops; he wasn't a fan of the sagging style. He let out a brief sigh of relief, hardly feeling comfortable in a suit even after so many years of being stuck in one. He ran his fingers through his thick, ebony mane as he left his room only to come face to face -sort of- with his son. Little Monster Mike looked up to his father with his innocent, soulful blue eyes as he spoke. “Ho bisogno di un nuovo libro. La Psicosintesi. E ' del dottor Assagioli tesi di dottorato.”, he stated plainly before walking away from his father to join his twin in the dining hall for steak before dinner would be started. He was hoping that his father would take them hunting.

The Alpha gave a curt nod with a lifted brow and parted his lips to warn his son about his hijinks, knowing that Monster and Trouble were planning something for the vampires, but the adorable boy was already running away to plot and chow with his sister. Shaking his head, the older man found his gaze shifting to the left. He walked down the hall some to meet a dead end where the wall was covered with picture frames holding portraits and pictures of all members of the Lupi Luna Pack, past and present. His favorite was that of himself with his mother. Janelle Chloe Carter (nee Molinelli) was one of the eight children of Alberto Molinelli and the last one to die. His mother, his uncles, his aunts, his grandmother, and his grandfather. They had all died at the hands of the Cacciatori but all of them -even himself- were too fool to look past their war with others to think the humans were capable of it. As Michael looked back now, thinking about how some things didn't add up... He knew it had been them.

And they would pay.

He didn't know when or how, but they would. Lately, he felt like giving up and sometimes he felt as though his family were all rolling over in their graves. His own brother and Beta with a vampire fetish, his Delta a halfbreed who seemed (embarrassingly) more Wolf than most of the other purebreds in the Pack, and his Scout a Half-Breed running around with a handicapped human trying to have the best of both worlds. If the pickings weren't so slim and her loyalty not so...wishy-washy, he would have killed the fool of a human by now. But, so long as he was safe (or alive, at least) she remained. Michael tended to brush off the smaller wolf when she moaned and groaned about his children harassing her and her human.

He honestly didn't care and assured her that she was doing it to herself. But, she was just a stupid kid. She wouldn't listen. That was fine. When they both realized how dangerous it was for them to be together, he wouldn't have to kill anyone. For now, he had just banned the boy from his land. While she was an irritating little thing, Juliana still had Wolf in her and her cousin, Grace needed her. Right now, he didn't have time to worry about some stupid girls though. He needed to find his brother. And Scarlet. He definitely needed to find Scarlet.

Heaving a heavy sigh, the Alpha turned away from the wall and made his way downstairs in the massive cabin out the in woods. This home was designed to house an entire Pack. As a child, he could remember when his mother ruled nearly fifty wolves. This home wasn't originally designed to be a home for everyone, but for those who had no other place to go. His grandfather had built this home with his wife and children after migrating to Rose from Rome.

It was originally just a secret summer home hidden in the hills of the forest of Luna for he and his family. Albeit, a large one. But he welcomed his Pack members when they needed a roof over their heads. It was the one place of his that the Cacciatori never found. Those who had gotten close died before coming within two hundred yards of the cabin by the lake. Michael had inherited two hundred acres of the forest from his grandfather who had been buying land for decades. It was great because it was all posted and hardly anyone trespassed. Those who did usually turned up dead anyways.

Michael had been raised in this house with twelve other young Werewolves - There were so many memories here. And now he was welcoming vampires...His grandfather and mother would take turns skinning him alive if they were standing before him right now. But maybe they would understand. This was for the survival of their races. If they knew what he knew, they wouldn't be so angry. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then opened them as he made his way into the large main dining room where his two children were hovering over a plate of raw steak and a piece of paper. They were incorrigible.

“Scarlet!” He threw his head back and called for her, letting loose a howl afterward that reverberated from every corner of the house and echoed outside as he called for his Sentinel.

It didn't take long for Scarlet to appear, an old fashioned camera in one hand while her other hand brushed leaves from her hair. “Hai chiamato?”, she said with an easy smile as she stopped in front of Michael.

Junior and Janelle looked over as Scarlet came around a corner, seemingly occupied with a camera before glancing at Michael. The children's faces lit up with bright smiles, readying themselves to dash away from the large table and embrace her with a hug - Janelle mostly wanted to tell her about the boy that she had beat up earlier at school and sent to the hospital with both legs broken. She was literally one narrowing of the eyes away from getting expelled. It was times like these when Mike wished that they had teachers in the Pack like they used to; younger Werewolves tended to have a lot of trouble getting through school with a perfect record.

Focusing on the task at hand, he gave his children a stern nod so that they returned to their scheming before wrapping Scarlet in a tight hug. “Ho fatto. Ho bisogno di tenere un occhio su alcuni dei vampiri. Non preoccupatevi di pattuglia, dovrò Grazia e Paolo su di essa in tua vece.” Scarlet happily returned Michael's hug, focusing on not thinking too much about his arms around her. “Nessun problema, Capo.” Scar replied with a playful smile as she pulled away.

He gave her a bashful smile as he reached up, towering over her even more as he did, though he was only scratching the back of his head. “E ho bisogno di guardare Ryder intorno a quelle zanne femminili ... e non esitano a dirmi quando esce di linea.” Rather than speaking of “stepping out of line” as people usually did, referring to rude or hostile behavior, he was more concerned with Scarlet checking to see if Ryder would be flirting. His dark brown eyes were pleading with hers as he looked into her blue orbs, placing a hand on her shoulder.

Scarlet placed a gentle hand over his and met his gaze, “Non ti preoccupare, terrò d'occhio la situazione.” She made a promise with a reassuring smile. He was the Alpha of the Pack so following his orders was literally written into her DNA, but with Michael, Scar would have done so anyway.

In the background, Janelle was making kissing noises and little Mike was rolling his eyes, obviously displeased. Mostly because he had a childlike crush on Scarlet, partly because his sister was being immature and he thought it was unbecoming of her. He grabbed her hand and their notebooks, exiting quickly with a glare towards his father. Michael gave a soft laugh and lifted a brow at Scarlet. “Credo che dovrei guardare fuori. So che il tuo ragazzo è pazzo geloso.” A teasing smirk appeared on his face as he let his eyes roam over the female in front of him as he quickly changed the subject to something lighter.

Scarlet couldn’t help but laugh at Michael’s remark. “Io avrei paura anche se piccolo Mike mi ha messo sulla sua lista nera.” She joked, the corners of her mouth lifting up into her own smirk. Scar ran a hand through her hair, turning slightly to watch the children leaving the dining room. “Ma non preoccuparti, io ti difenderò.” She added, her smirk turning into a grin as she gazed back up at the Michael.

“Oh? Scarlet proteggere me. Mi sento talmente sicuro.” That actually made him chuckle a bit as he tried to imagine a situation in which the much tinier female Wolf would ever be in a position to defend him. That was mostly his ego talking; He was a pretty big guy. Most people never pegged him as a doctor. They always assumed that he was a mechanic or a construction worker. Or a model. It was flattering.

Scar gave a nonchalant shrug before raising her eyebrows and smirking at the large Alpha. “Va bene allora, mi limiterò a sedersi e guardare come il mio ' fidanzato geloso ' ti insegna a non giudicare in base alle dimensioni.”, she teased, flashing Michael a cheeky smile. Scarlet couldn’t imagine a time when she would be needed to defend the giant standing in front of her, especially not against his nine year old son. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t willing to tease him about it though.

He gave her another hug as he checked his watch and gave a sigh. “Vamps dovrebbe essere sempre presto. Gioia.”





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ImageOne week. For one week, she had been shoved into a room that she shared with all the other vampires. She didn't just share the room with them, she was bunking with them. Sure, the beds had curtains in front of them to be pulled shut and the beds were very comfortable and the room was light tight... But how the hell was she supposed to get any privacy sharing a bedroom with seven other vampires? It was outrageous! She didn't even have enough closet space to fit all of her clothes, having to ship quite a few outfits out to her home in Iceland. Now she only had twelve measly outfits. It was barbaric. Okay... Not really. But she did enjoy having her privacy and her choices. For the past few days, she had contemplated simply leaving for a Coven more of her...caliber. But she decided that being this close to the Wolves was a once in a lifetime opportunity that no other Coven would be able to grant her. That, and she enjoyed that none of the other vampires pried for information. Though, the lack of conflict was an absolute bore. She'd have to make some trouble later.

Regardless of whether she felt like leaving or not, here she was. She was the first to rise, her eyes open long before the sun had begun to set. She had been lying with the curtain pushed back some so that she could feel the warmth of the sun stinging the side of her face. Cheveyo's blood was wearing off and the sun was beginning to irritate her flesh but she found it comforting nonetheless. As the sun said its farewell, she pulled the small curtain over the window shut and rolled over, right out of bed. She was the first to shower out of the eight and she took her sweet time doing so. The water was hot enough to burn flesh but it didn't bother her any. She enjoyed the heat, as it reminded her of her childhood when her father would find hot springs for them to bathe in. It was always a nice break from the usual ice and snow.

She opted for a rather “Plain Jane” outfit for the night, as opposed to her usual choice of clothing that didn't quite seem to fit the small village of Rose and most certainly not the surrounding forest of Luna. But her black and white outfit was just plain enough while at the same time satisfying the vampiric necessity to look fabulous. Her hair was dry within seconds after a quick bit of pacing at top speed, leaving her hair as fabulous as she was. But perhaps that was just her ego speaking.

Pshaw! What ego? She was simply...confident.

A fanged smile of bliss on her face, she left the bathroom, her fingers curled around the silver chain that rest around her neck before making her way out of the shared bathroom, through the shared bedroom, and down. She hadn't taken too long earlier that week to map out the entirety of the massive log cabin and she had to admit that she adored the architecture. Many parts of it were newer, more modern. It had been updated to accommodate the inhabitants. But there were still unchanged parts of it that she could simply stare at all day. Like that entrance! Positively perfect!

She'd draw it later, most definitely before anything happened and they had to leave. Or, Odin forbid, the Cacciatori found them and burned down the beautiful home. But her focus right now was on the wine cellar. She had spotted a particular brand that tickled her fancy earlier that week. No, it wasn't a nice 1970 Henri Jayer Richebourg Grand Cru, Cote de Nuits, France (She doubted these Wolves could afford that), but a more recent, twelve year old bottle of Kvöldsól. It was made using krækiberries; she used to eat them as a child and the wine they made was simply amazing when mixed with some nice, organic, O positive blood.

Her fingertips trailed along the bottles until she found the right one, plucking it from the shelf and speed off to the “guest kitchen” which made her wonder why the hell they needed a guest kitchen? Did they not allow guests to dine with them? Should guests feel flattered or offended that there was an entire wing of the home just for them? Sure, the good stuff was located in the Pack's end of the house on the west, but still. She was a bit bothered when she would cross to the west side of the home and receive a few dirty looks. Either way, she was content with the cozy guest kitchen, pouring a glass of the wine and glancing up to see a young Native American man appear with a glass milk bottle filled with red liquid.

“Gott kvöld, elskan. Engin hvutti passar dag?”, he teased as he handed her the glass of blood and watched her mix it with the wine. “Gefðu hvolpinum um tuttugu mínútur eða svo. Hann verður hér.” She took a long sip before leaning back against the counter. “Fara á undan og höfuð út til Rómar til að kíkja á viðskiptavini okkar. Hittumst þar síðar.”

Their exchange was brief, the male disappearing in a flash of blue light and leaving behind a scent that made her skin tingle with warmth, reminding her of a bakery. Jack was the only other vampire she had let meet Cheveyo, but she had never told him what Chev was. As far as the majority of the world was concerned, Faeries were myths. And she was going to keep it that way. Thinking of Jack, she wondered where the young thing was right now. She wanted to go for a run with him and show him some flowers that Cheveyo had shown her centuries ago.




Translations (In order of dialogue)

“Daddy!”
“Janelle, what have I told you about beating people up at school?”
“Keep it to a minimum and don't forget to make them keep their mouths shut.”
“Exactly. So – Next time, I better come home to a victory story minus the call from your teachers.”
“I need a new book. La Psicosintesi. It's Doctor Assagioli's Doctoral Dissertation.”
“You called?”
“I did. I need you to keep an eye on a few of the vamps. Don't worry about patrol; I'll have Grace and Paolo on it in your stead.”
"No problem, Chief."
“And I need you to watch Ryder around those female fangs...And don't hesitate to tell me when he steps out of line.”
"Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things."
“I guess I should watch out. I know your boyfriend is crazy jealous.”
"I’d be scared too if Little Mike put me on his blacklist."
"But don’t worry, I’ll defend you.”
“Oh? Scaret protecting me. I feel sooo safe.”
“Alright then, I’ll just sit back and watch as my ‘jealous boyfriend’ teaches you not to judge by size.”
“Vamps should be getting up soon. Joy.”
“Good evening, love. No doggy sitter today?”
“Give the puppy about twenty minutes or so. He'll be here.”
“Go ahead and head out to Rome to check on our clients. I'll meet you there later.”



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As the sun slowly crept down the sky, Jack's eyes flickered open. He could still sense the rays of the sun beyond the light proof walls of the vampire room and, not wishing to irritate himself by exposing himself to the last remnants of sunlight, he kept the curtain around his bed closed and continued to stare up at the roof of his private bunk.

Image A thin vine had crept across the roof of the bunk during Jack's sleep, it's small thorns stuck resolutely into the wooden surface. A small rose bud, closed and waiting to open, hung directly above his head. 'What are you doing up there?' Jack mentally asked the flower, tracing the rose vine's path back to the small pot he'd placed beside his bed on arrival at the wolf pack's home. He reached a hand up to the small bud and gently touched the tip, pushing a small amount of plant life into it's heart. The bud immediately reacted, unfurling to reveal the soft pink petals beneath. Roses were some of Jack's favourite flowers and he couldn't help but smile as he felt the flower's joy at simply being.

However he could have to move the adventurous rose soon, before it completely took over his little sleeping nook. Thanks to Jack's power he could grow plants almost anywhere, even in dark rooms where sunlight was never seen. However he knew that there was nothing like the real deal. As much as he needed blood to survive, plants needed sunlight. So, pushing himself into a sitting position, Jack silently promised his growing plant that he would relocate it to a patch of good earth later that night. He was sure the wolves wouldn't mind a bit more beauty in their garden.

In a graceful movement, as all vampire's movements seemed to be, Jack pushed aside his bunk curtain and stepped out into the coven's shared living quarters. He could see that he wasn't the first to rise, nor the last. Grabbing an acceptable outfit for the day, a plain black shirt and faded black denim jeans, he wondered into the bathroom, threw his clothes on a dry portion of the floor and jumped into the shower. Jets of water flew from the shower head and Jack let his mind wonder as the hot water washed over him.
Even here, in the vampires own room, he could still smell the faint hint of wolf. The scent was, naturally, everywhere in this place. He usually didn't question Mariette's decisions, but bringing them to the dog's house had to be one of the worst thus far. Not that he'd complained. He'd gone along with it, if for no other reason then to see the pack's home and because he didn't want to strike out on his own. He did understand that it offered the immortals a better chance against the hated Cacciatori, and in the end they were the real enemies, not the werewolves. That didn't help much about the smell though.

Jack wrinkled his nose and stepped out of the shower, letting water slide down his body to the floor. He gave himself a quick dry and dressed in his clothes, then left the bathroom. Pausing in the shared bedroom he did a quick search of the bunks. He wasn't surprised to see that Astrid's bunk was empty, no doubt she had been one of the first up. Knowing her she was probably sipping on a blood martini while planning how best to entertain herself.

Jack stepped outside of the vampire's sleeping room and stood silent for a moment. He could hear commotion from the werewolves' dining hall; talking, eating and so on. Jack wasn't really one for confrontation so instead of heading towards the dinner rush, he made his way towards the guest kitchen. Only half way there he spotted a staircase spiralling towards the upper levels of the house. Making a quick decision he altered his path and headed for the staircase, taking the steps in quick bursts. Upon reaching the top he was rewarded with a view of the surrounding forest, bathed in the favourable glow of the rising moon. He had to hand it to the Werewolves, they knew how to pick a place to live. The greenery around the house was stunning, pristine forest and flowers just waiting to bloom at Jack's touch. He preferred this outlook to any city scene, hands down. If only he could explore the valleys and creeks on his own, instead of needing a wolf chaperone whenever he stepped outside. Surely it wasn't against the rules to be up here without his watchful werewolf partner, it was only if he actually stepped out of the house.

Even so, he didn't spend too long on the deck, not out of any fear of being reprimanded, but because his body was calling out for sustenance. Jack made his way back down the stairs and continued down the corridor towards the guest kitchen. He entered to find Astrid, as expected, enjoying a blood wine mixture.
"Bonjour madame, vous êtes à la recherche aussi belle que jamais." Jack greeted, sending his close friend a smile. "You're up early." He added, reverting to Italian as he opened the fridge and began rooting around for his favourite blood type. Upon finding it he pulled the packet out and then slumped down onto the couches beside the kitchen benches.



Translation:
"Hello Madam, you're looking as beautiful as ever."

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Luca had a few afternoon classes today, and thus is just returning back to the large house in the woods which belongs to Michael and, therefore, is used by the pack. Up until recently, he had preferred to have his own apartment near the university, if only for ease, but given the most recent circumstances, he has been more than willing to move into what has become something of a stronghold, if that is the correct word for it. It's large enough to hold them, certainly. Luca can remember, when he first moved her following his parents' death, being brought here by his grandparents to meet other pups. There weren't as many as the stories his grandparents told had led him to believe, but apparently the pack had been much larger back in their era. This is something which snatches of conversations with Michael have confirmed for him. The idea of it is enchanting, though it could be more of a romanticizing of the past, naturally. There are only a few pups now- Janelle and Michael Jr. being the most prevalent as the children of the alpha and the biggest trouble makers.

Luca would have liked to be here back when there were more pups running about- he's always loved children. That's why he had become so dead set on trying to get the Morinelli children to like him, even when he was till just a teenager. His love for kids has existed since he was a teenager, after all- he had been the sort who would have done well running birthday parties or something along those lines.

Returning to the large estate, he is more preoccupied with anxieties regarding the coven of vampires living in another wing of the house. Much to his own embarrassment, vampires have always been a source of great discomfort for Luca, following the murder of his parents at the hands of one such immortal. Typically easygoing, he does tend to prefer avoiding conflict, and thus has tried to avoid the issue by avoiding the vampires. He can be perfectly friendly when he does encounter them, but that itching of nervousness will continue to twitch in the back of his mind for the entirety of it.

He enters the house trying to dismiss any thoughts on the matter, instead focusing on the fact that he is inexplicably very thirsty at the moment. Luca, even more inexplicably, wants apple juice specifically right now. He doubts that they have any, but considers it to be very much worth the effort. The dining room is part of the pathway to the kitchen, and thus he meets a few people on his way there- namely, passes by Michael, Scar, Janelle, and Michael Jr. "Good afternoon,"
he greets them with an easy smile. "You don't happen to know if there is any Apple Juice in the fridge, do you?" He feels somewhat silly as soon as he asks, but as it is too late to take the words back, he just continues to smile- something which takes up only three quarters of his mouth, favoring the left side.

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Zakhar knew the sun was dropping the moment it began to perform its daily ritual, the sunset; aptly named, and was always worth the irritation to go and watch. Granted, the last time he had saw it was when he was falling off of a cliff, but that was for another day; today was not the past, but the present. The only time to dwell on the past was for history and information gathering, not for a livelyhood. But he was getting off topic, as he would sometimes. In reality, Zakhar had been up an hour before the sun began to fall, but the term 'up' was being used loosely. While many would consider the term up as meaning awake in the morning, Zakhar meant it as his time for meditation. His eyes were closed, and his body remained still, but his brain was active in its thoughts. Every so often, he would open his eyes and see the pages of the novel he had been reading that night before shutting them again.

The sounds of shuffling were what made Zak decide that it would be best to 'awaken' from his state of peace and embrace the day; not that he was complaining, as the present always brought such interesting adventures. It just so happened that his excitement in waking up had increased when they arrived at the wooden home of the werewolves, unlike many of the Coven. While many of them saw it as a burden and a joke, he saw it as a learning experience and knowledge exploitation. Out of his many years, Zakhar had only met a handful of werewolves, and only one had decided to talk to him at all. Granted, he didn't need to be attached to the... dissapointing wolf that he did; according to their hierarchial system, Zakhar understood that he was paired with the Beta. However, in comparison to his blood brother, the 'Alpha', the Beta - named Ryder from his investigations - was a weak imitation. The boy screamed juvinile, even if he was still. His heart and mind were in the right place, Zakhar supposed.

After Jack decided to check on him - which irked Zakhar everso slightly - Zakhar finally sat up from his bed, only to find himself staring up at the ceiling, and his own adjustments to his little alcove. See, the area of the floor would simply not do for a man like Zakhar, who liked to keep a shelf of books and have places to move. He did notice that there was quite a bit of vertical volume, however, as the walls reached above the roof and created its own little space above. Being Zakhar, in no time he had created a 'second floor' if you will, where a bar hung so he could read in his obscure ways, or house his books up above. Of course, he had it all installed after he found out the waking hours of the wolves, since he really didn't need them yelling about how he was disturbing them. Pathetic creatures, but they had their benefits after all.

Needless to say, Zakhar finally became mobile. He grabbed a shirt, it didn't matter the colour, and a pair of jeans and headed towards the bathroom after he knew that Jack had left. While it was quite evident that the two before him - yes, he knew that Astrid would be up and awake by this time, as she always had been - liked their showers hot, Zakhar enjoyed them cold. A shower of cold water reminded him of the better days at sea, and while the water tasted bland and unlike salt in every way, it was nice to remember. After his frigid shower, Zakhar completed his dress code with the relics of his past; the rings on his right hand were placed, the earring hung from only one ear (it is a pirate custom) and his beard was trimmed fabulously. The final adjustment was his coat, which he snatched- er, took the design from a museum after his last coat wore out of the numerous years he had worn it. With everything in order, Zakhar grabbed another novel and headed towards the kitchen.

What novel, you may ask? Voltaire's Micromégas, a personal favourite of his. It wasn't much of a book, really, as it was quite short; but it being the very first considered 'science fiction' coupled with a lovely French writing style makes it always a good read. Back to the present time, Zakhar pulled out a black book from his jacket as he transversed the stairs to the guest kitchen. While the black book did contain the names of sexual partners he had been with - as the term now suggested - it also contained hundreds of research notes from his travels. While books were known to crumble, he would replace and rewrite everything from the book if it were to decay: for the record, this was only his 3rd book, as his first was nearly ripped to shreds and his second lasted roughly a hundred odd years before wearing out. He mused over a few of his writings, particularly his partially empty section on werewolves and their anatomy and history. While he couldn't draw, little sketches outlined some of the pages that were mostly covered in descriptions that he had seen.

Finally in the guest kitchen, Zakhar removed the book from the sight of all and placed it back within his inner jacket pocket, retrieving his original novel to grab a few more words before he hit his liquor stash, which he placed in a little shelf in the wine cellar. Unlike a lot of vampires, who liked the wines and such, Zakhar was more of unrefined in that sense, and sided with spirits; to him, however, nothing started a morning off better than blood bumbo. Sure, the name was a little odd, but the name said nothing about the drink. Back in his olden days, bumbo was the best damn drink in the isles, since that navy garbage was just that. With fluid motion, Zakhar brought up a bottle of Naval Rum -Sailor Jerry to be precise - and went to work. In the glass went in cold blood - to replace the water - the rum, a bit of cinnamon and nutmeg. In no time at all, Zakhar was enjoying his bumbo, and then acknowledged those that shared the same room as him.

"Good evening to you both, Astrid and Jack." His eyes remained on the book, and his tone sounded casually interested. If they began to engage in conversation with him, however, more times than not Zakhar would actually close his reading and pay attention to them. It was a weird flaw to his personality: while he rarely cared for interactions unless he had something to gain, he would always give his full, undivided attention to the speaker if they decided he was worth their time, or if it was worth his.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Darcy Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Jack DeCoste Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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Beethoven was too depressing. Leanna didn’t mind playing slower music, in fact, she usually found it relaxing, but Beethoven was too intense and heavy to play on just the piano without the symphony accompany to balance it out. She appreciated Chopin better, though she’d probably enjoy playing his work more if she could play the violin. She enjoyed playing pieces by modern composers better, which would make her mother’s eyes roll to hear, and today she felt like playing some of Sean Beeson’s work. She’d been in the back music room playing for a couple of hours, as it was one of the few rooms in this home she really felt comfortable in. Leanna didn’t normally live at the pack home, and she’d always felt a little trepidation about entering her alpha’s ancestral home. She had enough self-confidence to not feel inferior to her pack mates, but Leanna had always carried a persistent sense of not really belonging ever since she’d joined the pack as a teenager, and stepping foot in a home filled with such history had always had a way of making Leanna feel dirty and small, like she was sullying the pure werewolf ground she walked on by merely being present.

In the music room that feeling wasn’t so bad. Here she could make music, and there was a beauty in that which helped her feel cleaner, more worthy. She also wasn’t willing to allow herself to leave Michael and the kids while they were in a home filled to the brim with vampires. Michael was the alpha, and as strong as werewolves come, but having that many vamps in the house still put Leanna on edge, and brought out her more ferociously protective instincts. She understood the reasoning for their presence here, and she wasn’t about to argue with Michael on the issue, but Leanna had never liked vampires, and a bitterness had grown in her as a child toward the race of bloodsuckers who’d killed her father. Vampire were wolf killers, or at least they had to potential to be, and Leanna wasn’t about to let her guard down around them, especially with Janelle and Michael Jr. in the house.

She was interrupted mid song by the sound of Michael howling for Scarlet. It was getting later, so Leanna decided it was time she made an appearance. There really was no point hiding out back here for the rest of the day, especially since their fanged guests would be awake soon. Carefully sliding the cover back over the keys, Leanna stood up from the stool and began making her way toward the kitchen. On the way, she crossed paths with Janelle and Michael Jr., and her eyes softened a bit. Little Mike did not look particularly happy, and Leanna imagined it had something to do with his less than subtle crush on Scarlet. It seemed the entire Molinelli clan was enamored with their pack sentinel Leanna thought fondly. Scarlet was the kind of person who just naturally attracted people she supposed. Sometimes Leanna envied that about her, but Scarlet wasn’t the kind of person Leanna could ever dislike. She reminded Leanna too much of her mother for that.

“Rough day?” Leanna asked kindly, extending one of her rare soft smiles.



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Contrary to popular belief, vampires didn’t necessarily like cramped dark spaces. Darcy in fact, hated them, which was putting it mildly. Coffins were stupid, and anyone who thought she'd willingly take a nap in one of those velvet covered pine boxes was deluded. For a week now, she’d been forced into this tiny space with seven other vampires, and internally, Darcy was a mess of tension and anxiety. She didn’t do well with confined spaces, and the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was a bunch of inconvenient flash backs. The second the sun started going down Darcy was out of the bed, moving around a bit erratically just to prove she could. There weren’t any chains, she was fine. The walls here were made of wood, not stone, and the only blood she could smell was coming from the guest kitchen. Astrid was up Darcy thought with a wry grin. Darcy didn’t really socialize much with the other vampire, but the woman had style. Focusing on the present also helped to stave off the encroaching remnants of the past, so she made a beeline for the guest kitchen where the other coven members who were up and about seemed to be convening.

It seemed Jack and Zak had already joined Astrid, and the smell of booze and blood made Darcy head straight to the vodka, which she mixed with a bit of B+ before downing it quickly and pouring another. Darcy usually wasn’t this quiet, but the prolonged confinement really was starting to get to her. After finishing off her second drink, Darcy turned toward Zak, who she was arguably the closest with her. “Are you going stir crazy too or is it just me? We keep this crap up and I think I’m gonna start breaking stuff.” Darcy said sourly, sounding a bit too serious to be her normal self.

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Victoria mumbled something softly in her sleep, gripping the blue and dark purple bed sheets tightly. She tossed from side to side unaware that her youngest daughter was lurking at her doorway. In her hold was a dark brown teddy bear as she slowly made her way towards her mother who was obviously having a bad dream. "Mamma? Mamma? Sei sveglio?" Victoria heard the faint voice of her youngest daughter coming through her room. Victoria let out a very soft sigh as she rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't mean to take a nap for this long." She responded, throwing a glance at her clock then towards her daughter who slowly made her way to sit on her mother's bed. The young girl holding a teddy bear tightly in her arms as she watched her mother carefully. Victoria smiled lightly at her daughter, reaching out and pulling Emmy(her youngest) into her arms. She held her clothes, smoothing the orange-blonde locks from her face. "Vuoi andare a prendere qualcosa da mangiare?" Victoria asked her daughter, quirking an eyebrow slightly at her. "Dove è tua sorella?" She added suddenly, pulling her daughter even closer and kissing her forehead gently. She grinned, carefully taking Mr. Waffles from Emmy and holding it out in front of her. Emmy reached for it, "Mr. Cialde!" Emmy exclaimed and let out a soft giggle. Sort of ignoring her mother's questions by just answering them with a shrug. "Ti salverò!" Emmy leaned forward and grabbed at her teddy bear that her mother was holding away from her. Laughing Emmy squirmed in her mother's arms and tried her hardest to get her teddy bear.

After several minutes of Victoria holding the teddy bear her daughter finally gripped the arm of the bear tightly, squinting her eyes at her mother Victoria could see that her daughter was trying so hard not to laugh at all. "Mommy! Mr. Waffles! I got him fair and square!" Emmy giggled out as she pulled gently on the teddy bear's arm. "Alright, alright fine. Here why don't you take Mr. Waffles, get dressed, and we can go get something to eat. After that I'll have June come over and babysit you guys while I go to help out at that church I told you about." Of course while she took her daughter's to church she just didn't take them to this church. The church she was talking about was also the place that she worked at every now and then when it came to looking for vampires. She tried not to be out often more than she should not that it would make a difference but still. She wanted to be here for her daughter's instead of having some other girl take care of her children while she was gone many times. This was the time that Victoria released her youngest, who jumped up and ran from the room, and also when she stood up and began to clean herself up. Throwing her hair into a messy bun, and out of her pj's then into her more casual "mother" outfit.

Once changed she gathered her girls, demanding that Emmy gets out of her ballet dress and her eldest daughter Marie to change into something more appropriate for dinner. Once her daughter's were dressed and ready to go she loaded them all into the car and they all went to dinner some where. Discussing several things in Italian as well as in English. Upon returning home Victoria called the baby sitter then she kissed her girls good-bye. Once the baby sitter arrive she left the home and went straight for the church where another part of her daily routine would take part. Upon her arrival to the church she looked for Dr. Joseph Lennox. Why? Well mostly because she just needed to know if anything happened while she was gone or what was going on next.



Not so secretly I don't know Italian so if anyone does and I get things wrong... sorry.Thank you Google Translate.

Alright in order from first Italian words to the last:
"Mom? Mom? Are you awake?"
"Want to go get something to eat?"
"Where is your sister?"
"Mr. Waffles!"
"I'll save you!"




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Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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Stefano gazed out at the falling sun from the edge of the forest, a timid sigh escaping him. Normally, at this time of night he would head out into the forest to converse and enjoy the wildlife, but there was no more of that now that the vampires were there. It had been only a week ago, but to him it had felt like an eternity had passed since the vampires had arrived. Stefano did not complain, or even thought of the idea to complain though; it had come down from Michael that this would be a necessary step, and anything that came out of the Alpha's mouth was unquestionable, regardless of any circumstances. However, that didn't stop Stevie's uneasiness around the serene creatures. Being somewhat an outsider of the pack, he had a different view of vampires than a pack-born would; he had no real hesitations to the undead because of their rivalries or because it was unhonorable. Instead, Stefano was just terrified of them and their kind, the fact that they could suck blood and move extraordinarily fast didn't help either.

So instead of being able to be alone and go tuck in the family of bluebirds he had befriended a few weeks ago, he was stuck at the fringes of the forest. While he completely understood the need for groupings - the Cacciatori had some unnerving ability to somehow take down supernatural creatures, which horrified him - Stefano would be lying if he said that he was a fan of his partner, Darcy. She was, to put bluntly, a crazed maniac. She was everything that Stefano could never be in his life: eccentric, bubbly, invasive, loud. In a way, Darcy was a person that Stefano should have around to hopefully break out of his bubble. On the other hand, she was a danger to his privacy and probably one that would embarrass him to no end, especially since she already had a few times.

Another sigh escaped his massive yet timid body before he turned back to the house. It was getting dark, and while he appreciated the darkness as a time of peace and quiet, it was also a dangerous time to wander outside with the threat of Cacciatori attacks higher than ever. So Stefano set his mind back onto the task at hand; carrying the tree he had previously cut down himself. Now, I know what your thinking; a shy, nature loving lumberjack? Where did this paradox come from? In reality, Stefano was on duty to find trees at the end of their life, ones that had either fallen down due to weather or were rotting. It was really the only thing that Stevie could see himself being useful at; his pure, raw strength allowed him to carry trees many times larger than himself with little to no stress, and lumber was always a commodity that could be used.

See, Stefano didn't go to school anymore; after basically failing most of his highschool career, he decided to give up on the idea of graduating, regardless of the views of his other pack members. Instead, most of his days were spent being taught the ways of the werewolf by Michael, trying to become something he was certain he could never truly achieve. When he wasn't under the tutelage, Stevie would make himself useful by being the labourer of the pack, becoming the tool used to lift the awkwardly heavy objects. One of these days, Stevie would go back to high school and get his gr. 12, but until then he would make himself as useful to the pack as he could.

So he hoisted the log back onto his shoulder and continued the short trek to his normal drop stop, which was behind the house near the training area. Stefano himself couldn't shape a log into something beautiful, but he made it available for others that could; anything to be useful would hopefully boost any self-confidence that he could create. After all, Stevie did think of himself as garbage. Finally done for the night, Stefano nearly entered the house before he stopped, turning his massive body around to see a lightening bug flutter around before landing on his shoe. Slowly, he knelt down to admire the tiny insect, envious of its ability to glow; if he could do that, would he be able to think of himself better? Perhaps, but the chances were slim after all. He shooed the bug off of his body and continued inside, a bead of sweat barely escaping his hair and proceeding to make a trail down the left side of his face.

The back entrance was fairly close to the kitchen, which was his destination after all: to be honest, Stefano hadn't eaten much that day. Most of his day had been spent training outside, trying his best to learn to coordinate his attacks and use the brute strength he had been given for something more useful than just throwing wild punches. In real specifics, Stefano's only coordination was stopping large objects and lifting things: most of his mock fights went disastrously, as he would play defensively only against all pack members, regardless of Michael's demands to take the practice spars seriously. So he gingerly opened the fridge, grabbing his gallon jug of water - the stereotypical 'large guy, large appetite' seriously applied to Stevie when it came to his thirst. Grabbing two apples in his left hand, Stefano drained a litre of water and tore through the first apple before leaving the kitchen, finding himself in the dining room and ill-prepared for the number of people in there. He stopped drinking his water instantly, swallowing the last gulp of water out of both necessity and nervousness. No matter how long he would be around these people, Stevie had a feeling that he would feel uneasy in the presence of their power.

Hoping not to interrupt anything, Stefano stayed silent and in the background - like that did any good, for they were bound to notice him. When the did, Stefano gave them a timid and honest greeting. "Guten - Buonasera a tutti." Stefano accidentally stumbled into his native German, quickly correcting himself before it got worse as his face reddened some. Good job, idiot.


Translation!
Guten - German 'Good'
Buonasera a tutti - Italian, 'Good evening to all.'

Setting

10 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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Ryder muttered something rude under his breath, gazing a bit angrily at the vampires. It was his fault his brother was mad at him, and it seemed like there was nothing he could do to change that. What did his brother have to say that Ryder was a disgrace, you can't help the people you fall for, and he knew that because look at his brother. Obviously falling for a half-breed even if he describes his dislike towards half-bred werewolves. He wasn't any better at least not in Ryder's mind. Sighing softly he lifted weight's checking the time now and then. He didn't want to leave his room not any time soon unless it was out playing with his niece or nephew. Finally at 5:30 he literally threw the weight down on to the ground. If his floors were wood it would have made a larger thud than it did.

Ryder glancing around he then threw himself into the shower to take a quick one before leaving his room to look for his brother or better yet his niece and nephew. “Uno di voi ha visto Ryder?” He heard his brother say which made him smile a very tiny smile. He was getting close. Hurrying towards where his brother was he answered with: "Proprio qui! Hai perso me?" Walking towards his brother while slowing his place he looked up to his brother, grinning happily now. "Dove sono Janelle e Jr.?" He questioned his brother as his eyes glanced around their area. While the scent of his family members seem to linger ever so slightly it was kind of hard to know where they went due to the fact that several other scent's were around, including those vampires. Turning away he fled to the fridge, grabbing out a loaf of bread out. By the time Ryder was stick to pieces of bread into the toaster and was grabbing a plate he noticed Dante stalk in, giving him a look as if say 'Don't bother me unless you have a death wish.' Definitely not the friendliest vampire he has ever met. Dante stood there for a moment then let out a soft grumble as he stalked off and away from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow he didn't even think of saying anything.

"Oh, e Michael, abbiamo intenzione di andare a caccia qualche volta?" Ryder mentioned down the hallways towards his brother's direction, with a shrug. Not that he was trying to be rude or anything but everything was collecting dust and he has been wanting to hunt for a while now. He understood that the craziness of the vampire moving in wasn't making things any easier it was just that they could have found some time to hunt or do some kind of wolf thing. Not to mention he was just aching to do something that took physical activities. "Just wondering," He added quickly, running a hand through his hair. He glanced in the direction of Dante, grabbing the hot toast from the toaster and throwing them on to the plate. 'Damn,' He thought as he blew on his hands that quickly healed. No longer was his hands burning because of the hot toast that had momentarily hit his hands before he had place the toast on its plate. At the time that he was placing butter on to his toast was the time that he heard a piano. He knew that they had a piano in this huge house but the only reason he was so surprised about hearing someone play it was that well no one ever really played it. At least not any more unless you included Janelle or one of the kids playing with the keys of the piano. Making his way towards the dinning room after the butter was on the toast which was on the plate.



Translations
Either of you seen Ryder?
Right here! Did you miss me?
Where are Janelle and Jr.?
Oh, and Michael, are we going to go hunting sometime?




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Dante laid in bed all day, staring up at the ceiling secretly hating his life. After a while he just got up finally, taking a while as he applied his makeup, foundation only to hide the wrinkles that he had on his face. After applying his makeup he threw on a suit, trying to look nice. You should always look good and have a good appearance so that people can find out attractive and interesting instead of ugly and disgusting or old. He fled from his room once he find himself some what suitable. Fleeing his way past the mutts in the dinning room then into the kitchen where Ryder was he shot him a look, standing there a moment before fleeing away to look around more in this huge house. If he was going to live here he at least needed to know where everything was and what all they had here. "Lupi stupidi," He muttered under his breath, stalking away from the kitchen and around the huge home. Stopping at a door that he carefully opened, poking his head in only to notice the piano. There it was a magnificent, large piano. A rare smile spread across his face as he flicked the light on and went into the room, taking a seat in front of the piano. Glancing around he began to wonder if Astrid was around. He found her dancing funny at times, mostly because she was cursed to dance when ever she heard music but also because well he had his reasons. His finger tapping a key on the piano then his fingers moving smoothly to one key to another. Playing an instrumental of a song that he used to play many, many years ago when he was a professional singer.

His memories going back to times before. His wife tapped him on his shoulder, grinning happily as she swayed to his music. It was the 1800's and he was playing the piano for his wife, his son, and friends. He hesitated a note, messing it up. A laugh escaped his lips. "Whoops," he muttered as he began to play again. Everyone danced to his music with their significant others. A human blood bag or two lingering close by as they watched them sing and dance. This was one of the last memories of his wife aside from when 1803 came around and his wife and child were brutally murdered before his eyes. Momentarily he stopped playing after the memory of his wife and son came back to him. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing over his shoulder before playing another song, his music echoing a little. A little warily he watched as the key pressed down, causing the noise in this room. Momentarily he hummed softly to himself, his face returning to its normal expression while he hummed and played the piano. When he changed keys to the song he began to softly sing with the piano, his deep voice making his voice a little louder than he had hoped. Playing and singing were the only things that he had to hold on to his past. The thing that makes him happy and that can make other's happy too. Not to mention it helped him forget about what was going on.



Translation
Stupid wolves.

Setting

13 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Genevieve Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Michael "Monster" Molinelli Jr. Character Portrait: Jack DeCoste Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Janelle Molinelli Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov Character Portrait: Leanna Harper

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Luca smiles down at Janelle when she hugs him, patting her back because he can't crouch down to hug her, with his legs already trapped. Somewhat well-liked by the Molinelli children, he doesn't know quite as much of their less gentle side, except for what he has observed without being directly involved. "Really? I can? That's awesome," he thanks Janelle for the offer. He probably would have picked her up and spun her around, but the girl already had skipped off with her twin, with whom she always seemed to be hand in hand. Those two really are attached at the hip- making them a double threat, as far as getting on their bad side goes. After the two walk off, or rather speak briefly to Leanna before running off to some part or another of the expansive manor. Luca can remember how struck he had been with its size when he had first been introduced to the pack. Compared to the small apartment he had grown up in, it had seemed as large as a shopping center.

More people begin to enter the dining hall- Luca suspects that the hunt will be beginning relatively soon, and thus decides to go and quickly get a drink. He'll probably take a very, very small bit of mango juice, so that Janelle doesn't think he ignored her offer, but he doesn't want to take all of the girl's drink. He smiles at Stefano when the somewhat awkward omega, sharing his rank at not having a specific position or anything along those lines, enters and greets them- first in german, before quickly correcting himself. The young man blushes almost immediately, and Luca, not always the most socially graceful himself, feels sympathy for him. "Good evening,"
he responds lightly, before turning to head back towards the refrigerator- where Stefano actually seems to have come from. Knowing him, he probably just drank an entire gallon of water or something. Stefano has an appetite to match his strength, Luca has noticed before.

His movement is frozen for a second as Ryder enters the area- followed briefly by Dante, perhaps the vampire who puts Luca the most on edge, though he does his best to try and hide it. It embarrasses him, the fact that he still has these remnants of his childhood fear of vampires.

Releasing breath he hadn't realized had been held, Luca finally gets the chance to walk over to the fridge, he pours a very small amount of mango juice, drinks it in one sip, and then pours a glass of water, which he drinks fairly quickly. They are definitely going to be going hunting, especially given how long it has been since they last did, so the question is exactly how soon. Probably very soon- after all, many of the pack members have already gathered. He awaits an answer to Ryder's question, supposing that it will be paired with an 'in a few minutes' or something along those lines.


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The previous night had been a rather long one, the least of Mariette's worries having been any attempts on her part to at least somewhat relieve the tension between her coven and Molinelli's pack. She knows that many of her members don't agree with this alliance, however temporary, and thus relies on the hope that they will remain loyal to keep them in line. It's not as though she was jumping at the chance of working together with a bunch of dogs, but there is no way in hell that she'll allow her coven, her younger sister, to be at risk against the cacciatori just because she couldn't manage to play nice with the wolves for a little while. So she'd moved her coven into this little attic of a space, apparently the best that could be spared of this expansive property, and worked to forge ties.

She had actually been back at the old coven mansion last night, looking to see if the Cacciatori, or the vampires, had left something behind. It was more of a caution than anything else- like the vampires, the Cacciatori were good, and she couldn't find even a fingerprint to hint at civilian identities or places to look out for. Still, she had spent hours scouring the place on the off chance that something would come up. Mariette has never been anything less than thorough, especially not in such situations as this. She had gotten home after the break of dawn, unfortunately, but had gotten back soon enough to avoid any damage. Her resistance is relatively high, though obviously not perfect, thanks perhaps due to her status.

It is perhaps for these reasons that she rises a bit after most of the other coven members, finding the attic nearly empty by the time that she has risen. It is of no matter- they can handle themselves well enough, after all. Mariette took a brief shower -she did not enjoy the relaxing properties of a shower, taking them only for the sake of cleanliness. After it's done, she quickly moves on to dressing, and then checks to see whether Genevieve has risen before heading downstairs. Several of the vampires are down in the guest kitchen, and the distant sound of piano all but assures her that Dante is awake and in a music room.

"Good morning," she greets them, her words Italian though a bit of a French accent, still present after many years, clings to her greeting. She makes a direct line to the cabinet, to find a teabag. It has never tasted as good as it did back when she was human, as her tastes have shifted since then, but she, somewhat a creature of habit in this manner, continues to drink tea every morning. Sometimes she mixes it with blood, as some people mix honey with tea. She does this now, after first preparing the tea to be piping hot- she drinks it before it cools, liking the burn down her throat.

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Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Mariette Le'Rouge Character Portrait: Darcy Character Portrait: Scarlet Meade Character Portrait: Stefano Klein Character Portrait: Ryder Molinelli Character Portrait: Dante Rella Character Portrait: Jack DeCoste Character Portrait: Michael Molinelli Character Portrait: Zakhar Korzhakov Character Portrait: Luca Agani Character Portrait: Leanna Jo Harper
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As the sun set, the house seemed to wake up. Of course, the vampires were literally waking up, but also members of the pack began to reappear having finished with whatever they had been up to for the day. Standing in the dining room beside Michael, Scar couldn't help but feel content, despite the upcoming appearance of the vampires. Undoubtedly she wouldn't feel quite as happy when the blood suckers were amongst them, at least they had their own wing of the house.
“Vamps dovrebbe essere sempre presto. Gioia.” Michael said. His Italian was perfect, unlike Scar's heavily accented Italian. While Scar's Spanish and English were both fluent, her Italian always had a particular accent that marked it as not her native language.

Scarlet's attention was drawn to the door as Luca entered, greeting the small group with an easy smile and a polite "Good afternoon" , before questioning whether the fridge contained any apple juice. Scarlet gave him a friendly smile and returned his greeting, although she was saved from answering by Janelle's prompt reply. Scarlet felt the corners of her eyes crinkle as she watched the two children skip off. Despite what the teachers at their school obviously thought, the two wolf children were rather sweet at heart, as evidenced by Janelle's offer of sharing her mango juice with Luca.

It wasn't long before more of the pack were making themselves known. Stefano entered, uttering a greeting in first German before correcting himself and continuing in Italian. Scarlet gave Stefano a friendly nod, "Evening." She replied in Italian. She could also hear Leanna in the kitchen. The one member of the pack that was noticeably absent was Ryder, Michael's younger brother and the Pack's beta. Michael seemed to notice his missing brother at the same time and asked if anyone had seen Ryder, his voice gruffer than it had been when speaking with Scarlet. An answering call floated down towards the group, identifying Ryder as being near.

At that moment Dante, one of the new vampire residents, stalked into the room. The atmosphere tensed immediately, Scar felt herself unconsciously holding her breath and slowly let it go as she watched Dante leave the are. The tension was broken when Ryder asked whether the pack would be hunting, a question that Scar was interested in hearing answered. "I'd like to go for a run." Scar added, stretching her arms above her head and flashing the small group, and Michael in particular, a smile. "It's been a while since we've gone hunting together as a Pack." It would also be nice to get back to doing something normal. The arrival of the vampires, while a necessity, had thrown of the Pack's routine. Scar could tell that it had taken a toll on Michael, not to mention the little rascals Janelle and Jr.



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As the sun set the vampires stirred, the fresh promise of the coming night drawing them all from their sleep. It wasn't long before Jack and Astrid were joined by more vampires in the kitchen, each coming to relieve their thirst. The first was Zakhar, dressed as always in garb that never failed to remind Jack of a pirate. Another accessory he never seemed to be without was a book. Although Zakhar gave both Jack and Astrid a polite, interested greeting, his nose was still stuck within his book's pages. Jack knew that if he were to begin a conversation with Zakhar he would put down the book, but until then the older vampire would try and squeeze as many words as he could out of it. However it was neither Astrid nor Jack who started a conversation with Zakhar, but Darcy who came into the guest kitchen not long after and complained of the confinement in the wolves' house. Jack silently agreed, but chose to keep his silence as he continued sipping on his drink.

From the benches Astrid spoke up, albeit slightly delayed, “You are too kind, Jack. You aren't looking quite so bad yourself.” Jack turned his head to find himself the recipient of one of Astrid's charming and seductive smiles. He found himself mirroring her smile and tilting his head in silent thanks. There was a reason he and Astrid got along so well, not least because they both found the other relatively attractive. Jack also found her take on life particularly refreshing and loved to hear about her many stories. She was far older than the rest of the coven knew and had experienced things that Jack could only dream of. At the tender age of 114 years old, he was still very much a child in the eyes of some vampires.

“There are some flowers I want to take you to see. I can guarantee that you've never seen any like them and you likely never will. Let me know when you're ready to leave and I'll call for our slobbering shadows.” Astrid's words, as intended, caught his immediate attention. Anyone that knew Jack well knew that he was able to manipulate plants, so it wasn't hard to guess that he had a fondness for flowers and trees. However Astrid was one of the few who knew just how much he loved plants. His personal garden, only half of which he had been able to bring with him to the werewolves' house, was something he tended with far more care than he would show another human or vampire. So naturally, upon hearing that Astrid had found a flower that he hadn't seen before, he was all ears.

As she came to join him on the couches, sitting opposite him, Jack downed the last of his glass of blood and placed it on the side table. He was momentarily delayed from replying by the entrance of Mariette. The coven leader greeted those gathered before moving forward and mixing herself a drink. "Bonjour." He replied in greeting before turning his full attention back to Astrid.
"A new flower, eh?" He said, switching to English. "If it truly is then call the dogs, this shouldn't be delayed."

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Juliana was fast asleep until she felt movement on the other side of the large bed. She groaned as she got up to her love stretching his arms above his hand as he let out a loud yawn. He looked down at his girlfriend before smiling and bending down to kiss her forehead. "Hey beautiful." He said as he signed the words as well. While Danny's English wasn't the best, he wasn't born deaf meaning he knew a few words that he saw as important. The half-breed smiled before getting up herself and laying her head on his bare shoulder. Danny chucked a bit before looking down, admiring his love's bare body. "You know you're not wearing any clothing, right?" The girl looked down before pulling the blanket up to her chest. "You couldn't have told me that before?" She told him while signing back to him. The man just shrugged.

"How was I suppose to know you wouldn't remember something like that. I thought you wouldn't forget last night at all." Juliana just rolled her eyes before grabbing the robe set on the floor next to her. As she slid it on, she stepped out of the bed with a smirk on her face. Danny just watched her motions all with a smirk on his face. "I have to go. So, I'm taking a shower."

"Why? Can't we just spend the day together," He asked before getting out of the bed with nothing but his boxers on. "Just the two of us? No wolves, no Michael, no supernatural shit of any kind?" He asked before wrapping his arms around his girl's slim waist. "As much as I would love that. I can't. We're due for a hunt and it's almost six in the evening, and we all have to be there. Besides, I don't know how much Michael would be okay with that. With me skipping out." The boy just rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's answer. "Michael this, Michael that. I know he's your...leader or whatever the hell you call it but, he treats you and I like we're shit, has refused to let me come anywhere near that house, and has made it clear that he doesn't want us together.

"Don't you think I know that..--"

"Then why don't you just leave. You know, we could run away and find a pack that actually cares about you." Danny wasn't a fan of the Alpha. In all honesty he probably hated him just as much as Michael hated him. He only met the man when Jules first joined the pack but, that was enough for the two to pass judgment on one another. "It's not that simple, Danny. There's a lot of stuff going of that you wouldn't understand. Right now, I need to stay here. Whether or not I want to. The second this passes over, I promise that we can go somewhere, anywhere. Okay?"

"You promise?"

"I promise." She signed to him before looking him in the eyes. Danny was a bit skeptical if she really meant what she was saying but, the couple has been together long enough for him to take her word. The Italian man sighed before letting go of her and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Ok, I trust you. But, if you can get away later today, let me know." Juliana nodded before giving him a passionate kiss on the lips but before he got too into it, she pulled away with a smirk on her tan face. "Okay, I'll call you." She told him in sarcasm. "Oh, you're so fucking funny."

"I know, that's why I said it." With that, Danny pulled her in for one more kiss before letting her go and watching her enter the bathroom. When she closed the door, she shook her head before turning on the shower. She hated when Danny put her into situations like this. As much as she disliked the way the Alpha treated Danny, Michael wasn't that bad to her. He still protected her whenever he needed to. And she would feel like a traitor if she did leave the pack. Something her parents never would approve of her being.

After about twenty minutes, Juliana had her damp hair in a ponytail and a towel wrapped tightly around her body as she stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the cold bedroom. She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt that she kept over her house. She slipped on the clothes before walking out the door to the kitchen to see Danny sitting on the counter with a mug in his hands. He looked towards her with a smile. "I made coffee. Want some before you leave?" She moved over to him a kissed his cheek before signing to him. "Love some but, no. I really have to get going before the pack gets worried about their poor little mutt." Danny rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around his girl one more time before leaning in to kiss her goodbye. The Cuban girl smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck, every time one of them tried to pull away the other one would just pulled them back in.

It wasn't until Juliana got a post from her cousin, that the pair actually pulled away from one another. Reading it, she silently cursed in her mind. "That's my cue to get going. I love you and I'll sneak away if I can."

"Love you too, Juliet." She grabbed her bag before running out the door, down the steps of his house. She heard someone snapping and looked up to see her boyfriend on the balcony. "You forgot your medication." He told her before dropping it into her hands. She slipped it into her bag before blowing him a kiss. "Thanks, baby. Love you."

"Love you back." The girl got on her motorcycle before waving to her boyfriend who waved back before walking inside to get ready for the day. It didn't take the girl too long to get back to her pack's house. She put her bike back where it belong before rushing inside. She smiled towards her cousin and raised an eyebrow while to older cousin came to meet her at the door asking with a very upfront question. "Well? What happened? Did you finally..--" Juliana cut her off before motioning her to lower her voice a bit. "I'll tell you later. Now, shut up." Ever since she told her cousin about what was happening to her, Grace took it upon herself to try and learn sign language.And for a beginner she was doing quite well. "Oh, I knew it! I knew you guys would! So, how was it?"

"Gracie, I'm not talking about this with you right now. I'll tell you later, got it?" Grace groaned softly before answering with a curt, "Fine." She walked into the kitchen with her cousin be her side before leaving the side of the younger cousin to get some juice from the refrigerator. "Good afternoon everyone."

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Astrid once again resumed her silence, setting the empty bottle on the table before her. Mariette joined the crew soon enough and Astrid turned her head some, offering only the lightest of smiles. She still wasn't sure why the hell she stuck around. Well, she knew why she was with the Coven. Her quest for redemption. But she was wondering why she hadn't simply begun to stage a coups d'etat. She had been with the Coven for only a mere eight months and she still hadn't figured out why she or any of the other older vampires were in the Coven. She could easily take charge – She had the numbers and the power on her side.

Honestly, she could take out all of them without breaking a sweat. But she would give that some thought at a later date. For the moment, she simply focused her attention on Jack as she rose up and ran her fingers through her hair. “Actually – I think we can manage this one without them.” Her keen hearing had picked up bits of the Wolves' conversation and she wasn't going to harass them while they had their little puppy bonding time. Besides, being in the same vicinity should be enough to pacify Mariette. She was sure that the Alpha could give a damn less whether or not one of the vampires ventured out without an escort.

“I'll return shortly – I should wear something more fitting for getting dirty.” Yet another seductive smile was thrown her way as she used a suggestive tone, walking away from the group. She never ran around them – She was content with them guessing at her age and her speed would betray her ancient status. She had a bit of trouble controlling her speed when going short distances. Why did she go through such lengths to keep her age secret? There were a number of reasons ranging from simply because she wanted to and to avoid being used as the muscle.

She was perfectly content with the leader perceiving her as a bit weak compared to the others, being overlooked for many things. She had her own things to do and couldn't be bothered for trivial matters.

She soon returned in a pair of daisy dukes, suspenders, and a wifebeater. Shoes weren't on her list and she was more comfortable barefoot. Why not? It looked like a nice night. “Just try to keep up!”, she laughed at Jack as she motioned him to follow her. The house was really elegant and she found herself leaping from the third floor deck and landing yards away from the home before taking off to the north where the mountains were the highest. Her run was a bit human at first, hardly breaking 50mph before she began to pump her legs a bit faster after hearing Jack just behind her. She had to have her hair pulled into a bun to avoid getting snagged on a tree.

She was eager to come across a nice valley to run across so she could feel her hair behind her in the breeze. She still could never get over the fact that she never got tired. She could run from Italy to Japan to Russia to Ireland and not feel an ounce of fatigue. Provided that she had enough Fae blood in her to let her make it through the relatively few hours of sunlight that she'd pass through. Oh, to be able to run free without worrying for anyone but herself and Cheveyo. What she would give for that! The things that she would do to honor her religion. While many a vampire would laugh at most, if not all, forms of religion, she was adamant to stick with hers. Many things existed in the world that people thought were impossible. That defied the laws set for nature, their very existence unexplainable by science and often times even by magic. Who's to say that her deities didn't exist?




OOC: Michael will be up by Thursday. Friday night at the latest. Drago will be up Sunday.

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“Sounds lonely.” Leanna replied softly as Janelle and Jr. wandered away, wishing not for the first time that the twins had other pups their age to socialize with. Human children, while perhaps not inferior in all the senses Jr. claimed, were most definitely not ideal playmates for were-pups who could literally turn their human peers into mincemeat if they truly tried. Lonely and unchallenging Leanna thought regretfully before making her way to the kitchen and saying her good mornings before grabbing a glass of water. She didn’t like taking food from the pack home, and it was rare for her to do so unless she’d brought a load of groceries and cooked a meal for everyone first.

Leanna’s ears perked up when Michael mentioned Ryder. She hadn’t seen him since that morning, but knowing him like she did, Leanna had a pretty good guess. She never had to answer however, as Ryder showed up moments after Michael asked after him, smelling like shower gel and dampness. On him, it wasn’t unpleasant. At the entrance of Dante however, Leanna stiffened considerably, instinctively inching closer to the omegas as her eyes following every movement of the unpleasant vampire who sent Ryder a mean look before stalking away. Leanna’s hearing was very good, and the muttered insult added to the flash of protective anger that passed through her, making her bristle before she shoved it down. Imagining everyone else, especially Luca and Stephano, had been put of edge by the brief encounter as well, Leanna projected out a sense of calm and ease as a small comfort to her pack mates.

Ryder’s suggestion of a hunt seemed to cut the tension, at least from her perspective, and Leanna agreed. If only to go out running as a wolf again. It had been a few days since she’d had the chance to indulge that pastime, and her inner wolf was crying out for the freedom of the forest. “The opportunity to stretch our legs would be nice.” Leanna chimed in quietly, so as not to seem demanding.


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“Cheating…” Darcy groaned as Jack and Astrid took off without the puppies, part of her wanting to join them for the excuse to get out of the stupid house. She wasn’t close enough to Jack or Astrid to go crashing their plant party though, and Astrid was definitely not the person to piss off, so Darcy resisted the urge. Instead, she decided to go exploring around the house, and zipped back to her bunk to retrieve her candy stash. Feeling in the mood for something she could chew viciously, Darcy pulled out her pack of strawberry twizzlers and began her trek about the enormous house. It really was a nice pad they had set up here. 'How the furry half lives...' she thought, mildly amused by her own joke as she began poking around the hallways for something interesting. She hadn’t been walking for too long before she ran across two pint sized puppies whom she recognized vaguely as the alpha puppy’s kids. Had Darcy been prone to wiser behavior, she might have simply backed off and gone down another hallway to avoid the two altogether. Darcy however, was Darcy, and she was nothing if not nonchalantly reckless, and continued her snooping.

“Munchkins.” Darcy offered in greeting with a lazy two finger salute with a twizzler hanging from between her teeth, looking particularly non-threatening. Vaguely she held out the pack of twizzlers in offering, not caring particularly whether they took one or not. “You guy aren’t one of those freak kids who aren’t allowed to have sugar right? Cause that’d just be depressing.” Darcy drawled lazily in Italian.

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Voices soon became constant and the norm as Zakhar took another drink from his bumbo; his hearing began to focus more closely on the room around him as more bodies of supernatural entities began to flood into the log house. True, it was odd for a vampire to complain about too much noise, but Zakhar had to be different in more than one way, after all; his hearing being easily comparable to the werewolves that he was staying with, according to his mathematics and earlier readings. It made things quite odd during the nights he would attempt to be alone, only to hear the hazy moans of a couple in the middle of copulation a block over; the odd feeling would be worse when it was fellow vampire. So he trained his hearing to become much more secular, more selective in the voices and sounds it would pick up. While in the mortal sense, this would spell dread, this little quirk was a blessing for the man.

The first voice, ironically enough, was Darcy's - she had appeared at a peculiar time, said very little and was with vodka; interesting. “Are you going stir crazy too or is it just me? We keep this crap up and I think I’m gonna start breaking stuff.” Zakhar began to close the book at her statement, the serious tone intriguing him. It seemed that Darcy wasn't the only one with such a negative opinion of the werewolves, as Astrid also piped up - not in his direction, but still within the easily audible range - about her dissatisfaction with their living arrangements. Jack was a slight more light hearted in his responsive tone, sounding more like joking about their conditions. Mentally, Zakhar wrote it all down on, the proverbial pen on his imaginary paper until he had some alone time to make it physical.

Mariette also entered at this time; as her second in command, it was almost instinct that Zak reply courtly and politely. "Good day, miss." While it was an automated response - one did not become the second in command without flattery - and he wasn't facing her at the time, Zakhar's voice never sounded robotic. If anything, his tone was charming and polite, with a hint of wistful ambition. However, he had allowed himself to get distracted by the noise of the kitchen, and his own mental notes. Darcy was still awaiting his response, which was curious unto itself; she rarely cared for another's opinions.

Until Zakhar realized that half of the room had suddenly disappeared. An eyebrow raised in curiosity as he scanned the room, the sounds of the recent events collecting into his now empty ears. Astrid and Jack ran off to go explore something about a flower, and Darcy hastily ran off before he could answer. A light sigh escaped his lips before curling into a smile, staring down at his glass. “It seems that the popular opinion toward the wolves is negative, miss.” His voice was soft, directed at the only vampire left in the room, Mariette. “I am intrigued in them, the others seem to brush them off as feral.” Since many of the vampires had left, he grabbed a pen and his black book from his coat and began to write down his musings for the day, awaiting if a response would be given to him.

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Mariette gives a slight nod of the head in response to Jack's returned greeting, the french, and the accent which betrayed it as his native language, as it is that of she and her sister, is pleasant, despite her general tendency to not be a particularly nostalgic individual. The young, by vampire standards, woman had spent several of her first decades in this form mourning her humanity, due partially to the conditions under which she had been forcible shifted, and at some point had realized the utter pointlessness in that wistfulness. Soon after this decision, she had reunited with Genevieve, her younger sister whom she hadn't realized had been turned as well, during her absence. Had Genevieve found her prior to those several decades, Mariette would definitely be a much different person than she is now, and certainly would never have cared to make any sort of attempt at leading a coven. While the woman might not have the years of experience of several of the senior members, she did have many densely packed years of trials. Her reasoning for joining a coven had been mostly wrapped around the idea that Genevieve would prefer it, not that she would ever admit to this, and following that, her becoming the leader had been almost accidental.

What's done is done, though, and she'd rather not allow the power to slip during this moment. The last thing the coven needs right now, while trying to forge peace with the werewolves and deal with the Cacciatori, is a power struggle. Such a thing is unnecessary and seems almost trivial when faced with trying to keep the coven safe in its entirety. It is not without these things in mind that Mariette returns Astrid's brief smile of greeting. The woman is, from what Mariette fears, more well-liked, and is certainly older, though by how much she does not know for certain. Perhaps it is just a hunch that she sees Astrid as the most likely to try something, and it is for that reason that Mariette does nothing. She tries to avoid action based on 'feelings'. Mariette nods at Zakhar, who greets her in his ever-polite manner.

She watches Jack and Astrid, from the corner of her eyes and in such a way that is noticeable but dismissive, as Astrid decides to shirk wolf companionship, and eventually leaves with Jack, wearing clothing that Mariette finds reminiscent of a plumber, for whatever reason. Darcy is clearly not happy with the fact that they are leaving, but Mariette, too, realizes that the wolves are likely going out on a hunt now. Besides, Astrid, she is confident, can deal with any major issues, and hopefully they will avoid antagonizing the wolves should they run into them while out. Hopefully.

As the room clears out significantly, Mariette finds herself alone in the guest kitchen, but for Zakhar, quiet as usual and absorbed in his own thoughts. He finally reacts to the emptiness as Mariette takes a quiet sip of her tea, the smile curling at his mouth familiarly. He proceeds to put into words an observation of the obvious, with a tinge of what Mariette perceives as amusement in his voice.

Mariette, for her own part, is surprisingly indifferent regarding the wolves. This is to say that, while she doesn't hold any real dislike for them, nor does she find herself itching to make their acquaintances. They are people passing by on the street, a bland shopkeeper, the person standing quietly on the other side of the elevator. Well, they mostly were, at least, until recently. Fate has played its hand quite interestingly. "Well, they are entitled to their opinions, so long as it doesn't seep into their behavior, I suppose," she responds, setting her tea down and stirring it absentmindedly with a spoon. Mariette glances over at Zakhar, curious as to his expressed interest in the werewolves.

"They do have their curious aspects, don't they? Well, regardless of all that, Astrid and Darcy and all else will just need to put up with it for now. We have more important things to worry about than their petty disdain," she adds, despite being nearly certain that someone might hear it. There always seems to be ears listening, no matter how safe one believes they are from outside observers. Mariette eyes Zakhar's journal briefly, before returning to her tea for another drink.

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Jack watched as Astrid stood, running her fingers through her long hair, "Actually, I think we can manage this one without them." Astrid said, much to Jack's delight. The trip would be much more enjoyable without having to drag along a watching werewolf. “I'll return shortly – I should wear something more fitting for getting dirty.” Astrid adding, a seductive smile playing across her face as she left. Jack couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, his own mouth forming a small smirk. While Jack waited he took his now empty glass up and placed it in the dishwasher. He loved the rising technology, it made life so much easier. As he always though, who wanted to wash dishes when you could be running through the night hunting for food? Of course, if he was true to his vampiric nature he wouldn't need to use dishes, but you've got to move with the times.

It wan't long before Astrid was back, in clothes a lot more casual. Jack had no such concern for his own clothes. "Just try to keep up." Astrid said, as she led him through the house and out via the third floor deck. Jack grinned, "Try and stop me." He replied playfully as he jumped off behind her. At first his body protested, he had after all just woken up. However after a moment his legs started to move faster, quickly passing anything humanly possible. He felt wind breeze past him and branches harmlessly rip along his skin. He smiled at the feeling of being outside. All around him the plants seemed to wake up at his presence, trying to reach out to him before he vanished a second later. Jack made a silent promise to return when he had enough time, but for now he was simply enjoying the run. There was nothing like running fast. He could understand the werewolves' desire to hunt and run in wolf form if it was anything like this. Up ahead he could see Astrid's form darting through the trees, enjoying the run just as much as he was. Where they were going, Jack didn't know, but he was happy to let Astrid lead him there. None of the other vampires in the coven knew of Astrid's true age. She was much older than him and Jack knew that if she wanted to she could easily out run him.

Curiosity getting the better of him Jack pushed harder, quickly catching up with Astrid until he was running beside her.
"So, where is this mysterious flower?" He asked, before breaking into a cheeky grin. "Or is this some elaborate excuse to get me alone?"

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For the past week, Genevieve along with the other vampires have been getting used to life with the wolves. While most might be upset over the move, Ginny was a little more... open to the idea of moving in with the dogs. The young vampire spent most of the night, unpacking the last box of her belongings in her new room, all being her journals of what she has seen and experienced for the past 120 years of her life. She slid the last one into her bookshelf that was located to the right of her bed. She had to make sure that she had gotten every single one of them, knowing that if she left one of them especially one of her older ones it would only lead the hunters one step closer to find the coven and then that much closer to finding the pack only a few miles away from the city. To be completely honest, Ginny thought and assumed that it was going to be a shack in comparison to the coven's large gray mansion which was right at the end of the small Italian city. But, to her surprise it was much more beautiful than she thought it would be. And the girl she was rooming with wasn't too bad. She seemed nice enough, Ginny rarely saw her at night as she would sneak out to see her love.

Genevieve believed that it was romantic, but as Juliana told her not everyone thought it was okay. Some wanted her to leave her boyfriend, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the man she had loved for several years now. And Ginny told the wolf that she could always just leave. But, all the girl said was 'It's complicated' before changing the subject. The French girl, looked at her journals before sighing. Looking at the time, she knew she should be getting ready for the day seeing that she was still in her Doctor Who pajamas with her blonde hair in a messy bun at almost six in the afternoon. Walking to her closet she grabbed out a pair of jeans and a shirt before slipping them on and rushing to the bathroom to make everything perfect from her hair to her makeup. Everything had to live up to her standards before leaving the house or even her new room. It took about thirty minutes to get herself presentable, or at least her definition of presentable.

The girl left her room and closed the door behind her before heading down the stairs quickly. She looked down at the stairs as she walked down. Walking to the guest kitchen to grab her jacket, the girl saw Zakhar and her older sister. She smiled towards Zakhar before stopping and looking towards the two. "Good afternoon, guys" She turned her blue eyes towards before her sister and looking down at the marble table. As much as she loved her sister and would do anything for her. She sometimes wasn't sure if Mari felt the same way. She always brushed off the affection Ginny tried to show her and rarely treated her as her baby sister, she treated her more like just another member of the coven which truly hurt her sometimes. But, she didn't want to tell her sister this. She didn't want to seem like she was complaining because at the end of the day, Mari was the leader and Genevieve was nothing more than the tag-along little sister, someone who just needed to do what the leader said.


She quickly grabbed her coat from behind one of the chairs before she cleared her throat and walking towards the front door. "I'm..--um. I'm heading out for a little bit but I'll be back soon. If you need anything, I have my phone on me."

She gave them a small wave before walking out of the kitchen and out the front door. Looking at her phone, she sighed before dialing a number one of her friends from town, a rouge vampire had given her to a man named Leo. Close to nothing was known about the man except that he was one of them, a mythical creature who wanted to put an end to the Cacciatori. She walked away from the house and towards the end of the driveway before stopping and pressing the phone to her ear. "Hello?"

"Yes, hello. Is this Leo? My friend told me you could help me find out." The man chuckled on the other end before sighing. "Ah, well hello, doll! Nadia told me about your situation and luckily I think I can help you out a little bit."

"Really?! That's great. Thank you so much..--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow your roads, dollface. I'm many things but, a bad businessman isn't one of them. I am not a man that give things away for free. What are you going to give me in return?" How did she not see this coming? People always wanted something in return. "Anything. I really need this information." Even if she couldn't see this man's face, she could tell he was grinning like a fox. "Anything? I like your style, kid... Okay look, I don't know exactly where they're base is located but, it's somewhere on the south side of Venice."

"Oh my God, thank you so much. So, what do you want in return?"

"Nothing." The girl raised any eyebrow and lost her smile. "Nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Well, nothing right now. Just remember you owe me a favor dollface. And, be careful over there. Unlike you, they won't take mercy on you."

"Oh, okay. No problem. Thank you so much." The girl heard the phone hang up on the other end before hanging up herself and putting her phone in her back pocket. "Well, Venice. Here I come." She sighed before beginning taking off in a blur. She pushed her body to the limit, going as fast as she could.

Within twenty minutes the girl had stopped to catch her breath a bit before walking towards a store to look at a map. "Let's see. South side...south side...Ah! Here it is." Looking at the map, she saw a large area that seemed to mean something to her. She smiled before walking away from all the tourists and locals. She groaned like a child before beginning to run again.

It didn't take long whatsoever for her to make her way to a large white house. She took a deep breath in before putting on her sunglasses and rushing on the lawn. She looked through every window and door she could to get a feel of what they were going up against. "Let's see what we have here." She said in a hushed tone as she looked around the the house through the windows. In all honest, she couldn't see anyone. It seemed like a normal house but, she knew this had to be it. Leo knew everything and there was no way he could wrong about this.

"There has to be something here." She said with a pout before looking up to see a balcony. She got a devious smirk as she jumped up and grabbed on to the cement and then the railing. She pulled herself over the metal rail before quietly looking in the large windows to see a large office. She knew the door was more than likely lock but, she needed to get in there somehow. Looking around the balcony, she tried to look for something to pick the lock. But, of course, there was nothing. "Dang it."

Genevieve let out a sharp breath before jumping off the balcony and landing on her feet. Looking at the time, fifteen minutes have passed since she first got on the property. "I should really get going before I get caught." She thought to herself before running off the property and heading back to the house to tell her coven and wolves what she had found the house of the humans they were trying to put an end to. No one could say that she was useless anymore because unlike them she actually could find the house.

But, on her way back home, she decided to take a turn to Milan to spend a little time to herself. Looking at the time, she thought that she could spend an hour or so to herself, shopping and doing what she wanted before having to head to the house and telling the two leaders what she had found.