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[Siren Wishmaster]

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I am like an angel without wings. Why did you hurt me?
You should know I’ll remain the same - A pure angel from heaven.

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Earth He was back.
How long had it been since those dogs of the counsel had sniffed him out of the little shack he'd been living in and drug him back to heaven? Not long enough. The memories of that time in his existence were dark and cold, much like this night, and full of despair. An angel's emotions run deeper than any humans, they feel more strongly the anguished pull of the heart as it runs after its temporary whims; so akin to the fleeting sways of a breeze. The handsome angel sneered in vexation of his weak heart, his frustration warming him against the December snow. His skin felt hot and the white flurries melted when they caressed him.

He and his partner had just parted ways after discussing the best way to go about bringing peace to the two warring species. If it were up to him, he'd watch as they destroyed each other, as they had been trying to do for all their lives. Yet it was the Counsel's desire that they come to an understanding of each other, thus they sent Alex and Emery. Their job was to, somehow, bring these two clans together and have peace. In his mind it was comparable to making a wolf and a bat fall in love and teaching them to live in the sea together. Maybe that would have been easier.

So here he was, walking down the middle of Main street on his way to the vampire's manor. It was his opinion that vampires were less vile than werewolves, so when the question was presented: Who took which clan? He chose the bloodsuckers.

After passing through town he came upon the edge of a forest Through the dark and frightening woods lies the charming cottage of dear old ma vampire and her bloodthirsty children. What a heart-warming picture. Alex took great pleasure in his sarcastic dillies. They were all that kept him in a tolerable mood. Without them he just might have been in too foul a temper for even the devil to be in his presence for an extended amount of time.

The woods were indeed dark and dismal, but not so frightening, as Alex considered himself to be the most frightening thing wandering them at this time. Or at anytime for that matter. There was a small path that caught his attention, that must have been the "driveway" He surveyed the area, it sloped up from here on. Lovely... After passing through the dangerous woods, one must climb the jagged cliffs leading up to the fortress, where, if you're lucky, you won't live long enough to have hot oil poured on you. Assuming, of course, you made it past the giant rocks being rolled down at you. He ditched walking up the driveway and ran up the hill, moving so fast that he could not be seen by an untrained eye. If he had wings he would have been at the front door instantly, but as it was, he still had to travel by mostly conventional means.

The manor was beautiful. Gorgeous even; much more suited to Alex's taste than the run-down pile of sticks he and Emery were staying in. He'd taken one look at the storefront when they landed on earth and decided he'd save the surprise of what it looked like on the inside for later. He was hopping that if the clans would sign the treaty tonight he wouldn't even have to go inside the apartment building. Things rarely worked out to his advantage though.

Alex walked up to the large door of the vampire manor and knocked on the door. He hated doorbells and wasn't even sure if they had one, he didn't bother to look. There was nothing in the world comparable to a good strong knock on wood. He repeated this once more, slightly louder and waited for the door to be answered. I know the Counsel is loved here, but this is quite overwhelming.

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[OuEstLaCraie]

Wren was still learning her way around this God-forsaken quaint little town, and she had never been much for getting lost and finding her way out of the labyrinth of "adorable" country backroads. She'd been hoping to run to the grocer she'd seen on her way into town a few days earlier, pick up a few things, then head on home to her cozy little cottage and dive into the wonderful world of home-cooking. Simple, no? And she hadn't made herself a meal that didn't involve waiting for the common room's microwave to be free in, what . . . ? Two years? Longer? It had been awhile; she wanted to flex her culinary muscles and see what became of it. If she could ever find the damn grocery store.

The werewolf knew that her cooking dinner for the helpless males in her pack-turned-family was, at the least, disgustingly domestic and, at the absolute worst, setting the feminist movement back about a century and a half. Her boys treated her as an equal (she'd proven herself too many times for them not to) and she never doubted their love and loyalty (Elliot's devotion, especially - yuck); besides, she sincerely enjoyed the cooking and the talking. This wasn't going to become a regular thing, anyway, just because she'd come home. She was planning on continuing her education at the community college half an hour away, plus finding a job, making friends - the usual. You know, if she ever managed to actually locate Main Street and the supposedly perfect variety of shops and vendors lined along it. Why the hell was this becoming such an excursion? Why had Wren's superb sense of direction failed her? Why couldn't she just buy a damn rotisserie chicken and pretend she'd made it herself?

She knew she wouldn't - to cheat would be to admit defeat. She especially couldn't give up as, at long last, Wren trolled her car onto a well-lit road and paused at a real and honest to God intersection, the one that led to the true heart of town. Her car, a beloved late-model Mustang she'd affectionately named Sally upon buying it four years ago, wasn't too much to look at, but maybe she was being modest. She got a few stares as she turned into the parking lot beside the Mom and Pop grocery store and cut the engine. Maybe it was because she was new; maybe because they'd never seen a red sports car with black racing stripes before. This is exactly why I didn't major in psychology. Wren didn't understand people, let alone their motivations and deeper thought processes; why bother trying to psychoanalyze the entire town in her first night out? It wasn't worth the brain matter.

She shut the car's door and locked it up tight, despite the local crime rate being almost nil, then strolled into the grocery store with an uncharacteristically polite smile for the proprietor, before going about her set task. She didn't know what she wanted to make (or what the guys wanted, for that matter), but she was hoping inspiraction would strike as she meandered. Elliot, undoubtedly, would want red meat, and lots of it. Ira would eat whatever she put on the table, expertly prepared or otherwise, and call it phenomenal with a grin on his face as he asked for seconds. There was a sale on roast beef - that could work. Wren continued the rest of the shop quickly, grabbing a good-sized roast beef, a bag of potatoes, and some frozen spinach (Elliot would probably turn up his nose at it, that big baby), plus some milk and eggs and other essentials she'd survived without as she unpacked in her new home, and then meandered up to the counter to be rung up. Glancing outside, she noted a man and a woman parting ways; somehow, they seemed like outsiders, too. And they were on a mission. It was intriguing, but she was brought out of her writer's reverie by the repeating of her total charge. She quickly paid the man and hefted her bags off the counter, returning outside to load up Sally and get ready to head home.

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not your average teenage girl !

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If I have to suffer through another day surrounded by those hormone high children, I swear I will lose my mind. Elinor released a sigh from her lips, running her tongue softly over her fangs. The tips of the fangs sliced across the surface pleasantly, releasing a slight tinge of metallic blood into her mouth. A nudge in her back from behind almost set her off but she resisted the urge to snap at the children. The "school day" (detention) was over, and she really didn't need another report sent home to "mother". It wouldn't be the first time and the first time was rough enough. Elinor had a knack for finding trouble. Most of the time it wasn't ever her fault. Empathy had a way of twisting what you felt so that you never knew who was feeling what and why they felt that way. The control of others' emotions was easy; it was controlling her own that Elinor struggled with. The trouble with empathy, she thought to herself, is empathy itself. She

The wind felt nice on her skin, a warmth her body rarely provided by itself. The sun was nice, as well, but the radiance of it was something she could do without. Having always been a night person, Elinor didn't understand the teenage obsession with summer and sunshine. She had found the best things in life were found at night... Or under the moon, as it were. A passerby or two called their goodbyes to her, but Elinor pretended not to hear. Lost in her thoughts, she could escape the emotion of everyone and simply settle on her own, confusing emotions. Like thinking of the moon, for instance. It brought such a wave of emotion over her that Elinor had trouble figuring out what she loved most about it: her ability to escape human emotion, her ability to escape the confines of a human's physical capacity, or the ability to escape into the night and back to him. If she was honest with herself, which she never was, she would have known it was the last one.

Immersed in her thoughts, Elinor barely noticed where she was walking until a strong arm was on her arm and the loud honking of a horn whizzed by her. Instantly she was back in the present and the emotions of those around her surged forward once more. Green eyes turned up to look at the owner of said arm and Elinor felt the adoration of the other flow through her very bones. It was disgusting in its hormonal rush. The boy (Elinor couldn't remember his name) was a year "older" than her and had had his eye on her since she had transferred into the school the year prior. Everyone said they'd be the perfect couple; Elinor had barely said a word to him. Now, it seemed, she was being forced to. While her mouth formed the shape to say a quick word of gratitude, she felt a strong surge of romantic tendency flow through her via the hand on her arm. The words of before were forgotten for a node instead and a quick crossing of the street. Why did the chicken cross the road? To get away from the creep crushing boy and the awkward, if not deadly, explosion of motion afterward. She smiled at that thought. She honestly wasn't sure who the emotion would come from, had the boy tried to push a romantic gesture on her. Were wolves protective of only their pack, or those they wish to bring into it as well?

Elinor felt herself smiling as she continued her trek to meet just the person who was making her think such un-vampire like things. Wolves and vampires didn't mix. Hell Wolves and humans didn't mix. So why was it that all her thoughts were going straight towards him every second of every day? A strong gust of wind blew down the street and Elinor sighed as her hair was thrown into disarray. She had never been a girly girl, or at least enough of one to care what her hair looked like. Slowly running her fingers through the reddish brown locks, Elinor struggled to understand once more the feelings pulsing through her veins. She felt like she was back in the eighth grade, twittering about what's-his-name in a corner of some classroom, wishing, oh so wishing, that he might look your way. Oh and if he did, well then things were bad.

A slight furrow on the brow and Elinor was off in her own little world again, blood pressure rising, faint blush on her cheeks. Like she had said...

Un-vampire like things.



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How the hell was he to explain what had occurred in such a short amount of time? The first thing that came to the vampire's mind was to rip the man's head off, to feast on his body, thinking that it was the way of protecting his girlfriend. But that would have only caused his secret and his family's secret to be revealed in the blink of an eye. They would have to leave the town and cover their tracks, leaving no trace that the coven had been there, once again. If Osiris hadn't thought about packing up her belongings and pushing Live out the door then there would have been a huge problem on their hands. One, they would have to leave immediately. Two, his family would have been furious with him, especially madre. And three, never again would be have seen his girlfriend's bright smile again.

When Osiris sped away from the scene of the crime with Live and her belongings in the back seat, all he wanted to do was head home, to the manor, where he knew that no harm would ever come to her. But it was now, as he sat in the driver's seat in front of the manor did he actually start to think. How in God's name was he going to bring a seventeen year old human female to a manor full of vampires? Especially when one of his fellow coven mates had enough trouble trying to controlling his bloodlust. It was as if Osiris was trying to set up a scene, trying to make it aim for disaster. Osiris, my boy, you have official proven once again that you're truly the child of the coven, even being second oldest couldn't help you.

Oh how madre will be breathing fire as soon as she catches our scent. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he quickly turned off the car and leaned back into his seat. The whole ride here had been a quiet and awkward one, what was the point of speaking right now? What if he said the wrong thing? What if he would upset her? What if he snapped at her out of anger and frustration? The signs were all there! And Osiris was just too naive to even try to put the pieces together. The bruises he had actually seen from time to time, how she blamed everything on how clumsy she was, Live wasn't clumsy at all! Could he really be getting dumber and dumber every time that he was around her? Why couldn't she have just told him? Osiris would have solve the problem in a heart beat. He thought that she told him everything, even thought he had a couple of skeletons in his closet that he didn't want to share.

Osiris just couldn't go and throw the trust card on her for not telling him this. But then again it was no small thing, no small thing at all. At the moment he just didn't know what to say or what to do. All he did was play with his stupid car keys until he decided to shove them into his front pocket and sit up straight. There was no point in them just sitting here, what was done was now done and there really was no point in turning back. His family probably already caught her scent and if they didn't, they would have most likely noticed that something was off. They knew him all to well, there really wasn't nothing he could hide from them.

Taking a glance over at the passenger seat to Live's face, he couldn't help but stare at her for a moment before thinking of what to say next. "Let's get your things and go inside." He had pointed out the obvious, but it was better then saying nothing at all. In time, when he could gather all of his thoughts and feelings, they could settle down and talk about it all. But right now, sitting outside the manor in his car, wasn't the best time or place to discuss anything at all. It wasn't until he looked out the passenger window that he could see what was going on in the front door of the manor. They had finally arrived, how couldn't he have felt it sooner? One of the High Council members were at their door step, knocking against the large wooden door while he was just feets away in front of the garage where all there cars were usually parked.

That was another thing that he had to deal with, trying not to rip one of the Council member's heads off. Who the hell were they to try and tell his family how to live their never ending lives? What right did they have to come down here and want to change everything? Letting out a second sigh, Osiris quickly turned around to reach into the back seat and start pulling on some bags and book bags that they had stuffed Live's belongings into. He and Live would just have to go through one of the side doors, to avoid confronting the High Council member. Madre would have to open the door and she won't even have the time to yell at Osiris as soon as he stepped into the manor. A distraction that was going to last who knows how long. Opening up the driver's door, he grabbed ahold of what he could carry and stepped out of the vehicle, not even bothering to actually park it into the garage. "This way, we're going through the door inside the garage."

The garage door wide open revealed his family's collect of cars, each of them having their very own taste in cars. Osiris was the one that went for the cars with the speed and the looks, something flashy and eye catching, the way that he always was. Too bad his cars never really lasted a long period of time. He had broken the recorded in his household for most crashed cars ever, a reason why they didn't like his reckless driving, just like a teenage boy. Making his way toward the door that he was eyeing in the garage, he left the door open and stepped into the manor kitchen, hoping that Live would follow so that he could settle her in. But of course, he just couldn't help but get a word out, "Sky police has landed and is knocking on our door, beautiful."

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[momo the momi]

ι αм vαмριяє, нєαя мє яσαя

Whoever ƒεε∂s on my ƒℓεsн and ∂rιикs my вℓσσ∂ has εтεrиαℓ life . . . - John 6:54


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Ҟatharina had just woken up from a long night of nothingness. Her eyes didn't need to adjust to the sunlight from outside. One: because her thick bedroom curtains managad to keep out even the slightest sliver of light. And Two: because even if they did allow some light in, her eyes could handle it - because they were getting more accustomed it . . . thanks to influential werewolves whose powers were beginning to seep more and more into her - yuck. They weren't just aiding her occular sensitivity though; they were making her warmer, and warmer - almost human . . . if someone touched her now, they might assume she was only suffering from a mild case of hyperthermia (and not realise the true reason behind it).

But what had woken her up? The sounds of a car ignition coming into the garage (too early to be one of her kids, right?), and a knock on the door. Two seperate people? And who would dare wander the woods, and approach her coven house? A little irked over the impromptu wake up call, the young vampire mother simply got up, and put on something that would do on such short notice, before sighing and heading downstairs. Because, if somebody really did get lost by mistake here, then that was one thing; she'd manage to smile through it, and send them on their way back. But if it was anybody who wasn't welcome - like a werewolf . . . damn them.

Just because the High Council was setting new laws, that would supposedly bring these two legions together - well that didn't mean, she actually was willing to deal with any stray dogs, hoping to play "nice". Besides, the law didn't go into effect until New Year's Day - until then, killing a werewolf in self defense (like one terrorizing her at home) was still acceptable. And with everything going on lately, a good kill could do her some good . . .

Her shoes gently tapped against the marble steps of the grand staircase, but her mind was miles away. After all, it felt (as of late), as if her family was beginning to fall apart. Her husband was sucumbing more and more to his basic instincts; his bloodlust, beginning to consume him. And when that happened, it usually meant he would go away for weeks - until it went away . . . or until he dealt with it personally. Assumingly, he did this, so he would not be stopped by either his wife or his children, in case he sucumbed to it after all. But always - he would go away to handle it. And with all the tension he was obviously under, Katharina worried he would just get up, and leave again at any moment. It couldn't happen at a worse time for her.

Because after all, it wasn't just her husband who was acting strange, it was her children, too.

They had spent so much time together, that really, nothing, and no one could tell her they were anything but her children. If anything filled the void over the death of her own child, it was them - her daughter and son. But lately? Lately, her daughter dissapeared at all hours of the day and night, for hours at a time. Where, or why, she went, was a mystery to them all - and Katharina could feel the distance growing between them. Her daughter wanted to be alone, and the vampire mother, was too concerned with her husband's own faltering downward spiral, to be able to deal with it at the moment.

Yet, there was also her son. He had already learned his lesson with his last human girlfriend, but maybe, then again . . . he was fraternizing with the traditional main food source of vampires - a human! Even for vegetarian vampires, it was a bad idea to put themselves in such a situation. Old urges, down right bloodlust, could spring up in such a way that would force them make a move. And even though they had been here for years (and they would be having to move soon again anyway - before the town caught on to their age defying maturity), Katharina didn't really feel like moving before her time was up. And if something happened to this human girlfriend of her son's, then what other choice did they have, but move? Besides, even if things didn't go so bad, and they'd move - the last thing Katharina would allow, is some human to come with them . . . even if it was her son's girlfriend. Because he should have learned from his past experiences, and not risk the entire coven again, for some fling.

But still, all her family troubles aside, there was something else, something looming at the horizon that was going to try to force things to change like nothing before - the High Council, and their meddling ways. Before, millenia of wars between the covens and packs, were dealt with accordingly. They were punished by whoever started a particular fight, but always, they were understood as "acts of self defense". Now though, just because vampires and werewolves benefited one another physically, it was supposed to mean that they were supposed to get along? Worse, by law, they were forced to get along. And soon . . . soon vampires and werewolves were supposed to be friends - could be lovers, and then eventually have a family?! Disgusting. It was just disgusting! At least, maybe, with being a little hidden away, it would take some time before the High Council found her and her coven and forced their signatures over their declaration over the matter. She knew it went into effect on New Year's Day - but again, without her signature, maybe they couldn't punish her for refusing to adhere to it, even after the law took into effect. Then again, if they did show up before New Year's - then her excuse . . . was void . . .

Finally, she reached her front door, and turned the door almost eagerly, in order to send away whoever dared to trespass. But just as she was opening the heavy oak door, Katharina was taken aback by two distinctive scents coming her way. The first one, was from the stranger in front of her. He didn't smell human, nor like her or her coven, or even like a werewolf. Yet, before she even said a word to this very strange person standing before her, she felt the second whiff: a human. Without even saying anything to the visitor, she looked down the hallway, to the door that led to the garage, and saw the knob turning . . . Oh God, he didn't . . . Yet still, she had to deal with this very peculiar "entity" before she went on a rampage on her son: turning back to face the stranger, she sighed, "Look, whatever you're selling, it's going to have to wait - " Stepping aside, she invited him in - against her better judgement - and barely managed, an even condescending, smile, " - Wait here, I'll be right back."

Turning on her heel, she marched down that dark hallway with a vengeance, fuming all the way, before she reached for the same doorknob that was turning - hoping to catch them by suprise. Swinging it wide open, she looked down at them, as if they were a pack of smelly dogs . . .

{/ooc} I probably need to edit this more (especially the last three paragraphs) but I really wanted to post a post before it got any later . . . ^^;

[Pixie_Dot]

Pay attention to those little whispers in your heart...
they could be your own angel speaking to you....
and only those of us who will listen quietly with our hearts can hear them.

The werewolves. The ones that were left for the petite brunette angel to encounter as her partner set off in the opposite direction towards the manor, where the vampires stayed. There was no trace of fear on the angelic female's face, only curiosity. How did these werewolves look like? What was there personality like? Would they speak to her without any bitter arguments? Anyone could tell that she was consumed within her thoughts. There were a total of three werewolves, their alpha elsewhere dealing with other matters in Europe, leaving the Beta take charge of the little group in the small town. Why wasn't the leader present at the moment and would he be showing up any time soon? Well, that wasn't what she was concern about at the moment until the treaty came in. What Emery wanted to do now was find the werewolf home and do what she had came to do.

Her wings were unseen by human eyes, the doing of the High Council, and so she could walk around Main Street freely, not having to worry about hiding herself from the citizens of the town because of her feathered white wings. It would have just made things difficult, only having her come out of their small apartment during the night time until she thought of a way to hide them from the humans. Her partner would have to do everything that she couldn't do in the day light and she would be stuck in their small apartment with truly nothing to do but wait until Alex stepped through the doors. But hiding them from the werewolves and the vampires? There really was no point in hiding anything from them now was there? As if her wings would surprise them in any way possible. It would just be something completely normal, normal in their world.

The stares she received as she walked down the sidewalk didn't seem to bother her at all , as her blue orbs looked at each face that she passed by with a small smile formed on her lips as if in a greeting manner. Emery wouldn't have been surprised if her partner was getting weird stares as well. The two were angels after all and even though some had horrible personalities and did bad things, they all had one thing in common. Each of them were seen as perfect in front of human eyes with their flawless skin and their beautiful eyes. That holy aura that seemed to follow them everywhere they went. It was like any scars or flaws were erased and couldn't be seen by them.

Quicken her pace just a bit, the angel let her eyes gaze at her surroundings a bit more. What she wanted to find was the woods so that she didn't have to walk on her two feet anymore in these shoes that she had to wear on Earth, something that she had to get used to instead of walking around bare foot like she did back home. Finding what she was looking for from a distance, she headed toward the little piece of the woods you could see behind one of the many buildings of the town. Flying just a bit would make finding the werewolves a lot easier for the angel and that was exactly what she was going to do, of course she would have to move in a quick speed and be extremely careful so that she wouldn't be seen. Imagine if a human saw her levitating out of no where in the woods? They'd probably consider her a witch of some sort or of course, think that they are seeing things.


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Looking around at her surroundings, Emery took in what the woods of the town looked like. How it reminded her so much of where she had been found, where Kaleb had heard her cries that evening. So many memories, memories the angel was told that was better to forget and focus on the task at hand and who Emery Renae Quirina was. When the brunette made sure that she wasn't in the eye of any human and the coast was clear, that was when she stretched her wings out and prepared to take flight. The easiest and fastest way of finding the whereabouts of the werewolves and making her presence known. Running down the woods as fast as her feet could take her, young Emery launched into the air, stopping only when she reached a point where she could see the whole town without a problem. Her blue orbs quickly started on scanning the area, looking for the place that matched the description that the High Council had given her before she and Alex headed off to complete their assignment. Now where oh where could that little home be? It just couldn't be hard to find, this town was small after all.

A couple of seconds into her search was when her eyes landed on the home that was on the outskirts of the woods. How could she had missed it? When she was in town she wasn't too far away from it. Letting out a small sigh, a smile formed on the face of the angel. Oh how she just couldn't wait to visit these werewolves. How they would take in her presence? Well that was something that she had to wait for and see for herself. In a quick speed, Emery headed toward the home, not wanting to be caught or seen by the residents of the town. Now how was she going to do this? What was she going to say? Was it best to go straight to the point and talk to them about what she's here for? Or would it be better to talk first before anything? Whatever she was going to do or say just really depended on who and how she ran into them.

Reaching her destination, the angel went for the landing on the ground in front of the house. Emery didn't bother on making her entrance smooth and gentle. She just landed in a hurry, taking a few steps forward as she did to keep her balance. It wasn't until she actually stood still in front of the home did she really get a good look at it. The home was a decent size and beautiful. The flower pots that decorated the front of the house. The lights, the windows, and the little trail that followed up to the steps. It was just simply beautiful and looked comfortable enough for the werewolves to live in peacefully. All she could wonder at the moment was what the apartment looked like? It was kinda of hideous from the outside (something that she would speak to the shop keeper below them about) but hopefully the inside was better.

Taking one step at a time, Emery braced herself for what was to come. Balling her small pale hand up into a fist, she knocked the door hard enough for it to sound inside of the werewolf home. "Hello, is there anyone home?"

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Elliot had been left alone. A sad testimony, that merely mirrored how he was feeling lately. It was hard not having Ira around as much - in fact it seemed that the Beta was more often gone than not, and who knew why - certainly not the burly werewolf. But no matter how miserable he was without his best friend around . . . when Wren was gone, Elliot thought he wouldn't be able to make it. After all, there she was, the perfect girl for him, and then all of a sudden she was gone. Worse (though not said out loud), Elliot was sure that she had left for college because of his obvious advances on Wren. She shot him down - everytime too - before he could even finish any amorous inclined statement; and he figured he must have said it one too many times, because suddenly, she was gone.

But now that she was back? Now it just seemed as if he was more alone than ever. As if her very presence was a constant reminder of the prize dangling before him - just out of reach . . . Yuck. He sounded depressing, and knew that unless he wanted to be stuck in a rut, he would need to get focused on the matters at hand - such as getting back to himself, and finding a way to Wren's heart (not the absence of it). She had left for town, in order to buy supplies for dinner. She was always the best cook: man, she sure knows the way to a man's heart! But while she was gone, maybe he could at least set the table? Sure, he was half doing it to look good in her eyes, but the other half was because he simply wanted to help her out. He wanted to contribute to the load of chores that needed to get done. But then again, if she falls in love with a man, simply because he sets a table . . . A smirk curved his lips, and he got up from his chair. He was going to set the table to be nice - just nice.

But once he reached for the dishes in the cupboard, he noticed a figure approaching the house, from the window above the sink - and it was moving fast. He had never seen her before. Yeah, though she had whipped past the window, his werewolf eyes caught enough of a glimpse to realise "it" was a "her". Not really caring much about setting a table anymore - much less dishes - he set them down quickly, and practically hurled himself towards the front door. Because thanks to his other instincts, he was able to tell that she had stopped just outside of it; but not knowing what to expect once he opened it, he waited for her to make the first move: and of course she did.

Her voice was soft, almost timid; and Elliot, sort of bewildered by his own eagerness to welcome - a probable - lost townie, opened the door swiftly. She was not like any of the other townie's he had seen, and for a brief moment, he was speechless as he stared down at her (but then again, consiering he was six foot three, he easily stared down at everyone). Hopefully he wouldn't scare to poor thing to death by his sheer size . . . Trying to play it coy, and by ear, the werewolf cocked an eyebrow in contemplation, before finally saying anything, "I'm the only one home - can I help you?"

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OOC :: Sorry it's so short and crappy, but I really wanted to post!

[Gothika_DeJeur]

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Andreas had boarded the ship just moments ago, but already he was lost deep in thought as the horizon of the European continent, grew smaller behind him. He was going to America for the first time ever, and it was only because of the insistance of the High Council. He never cared for the America's, and really, this was just a publicity thing, versus anything to do with his own pack - but the Alpha figured he might as well try to meet the pack he had been corresponding with for decades. The last few letters - though not blatantly - hinted of an uprising, a mutiny of sorts, and Andreas figured that he would need to make an appearance at their residence and work on cooling the matter, before it actually became a "matter". But still, the main focus of this long, and extended trip, was solely for him to appear with his American pack at the location of their ball.

You see, it was Andreas who had suggested the refinement of a ball to celebrate the new union of the werewolves and vampires (and in hopes that the seriousness of the night's festivities, coupled with at least two angels at each ball - would sway any fights from breaking out!). But then again, it was the High Council who took his suggestion, and then made him regret having ever spoken up in the first place. Because now, he was heading to America's.

Sighing, he watched the clouds filter out in the reflection of the waters beneath him. The waves hit harshly against the boat, and already Andreas was feeling seasick - he absolutely despised traveling! But taking a few weeks on a transatlantic voyage with a boat, was still better than having to fly in an airplane. Sure, the High Council wanted him to help with the whole union matter (especially to show some control over his American branch pack members), but that would have meant setting foot in an airplane - and at that, the werewolf put his foot down! He despised anything too modern, rather relishing in the old ways, and this boat was only a mere compromise of his values. It was modern looking, but he could try to take his time as he crossed the mighty ocean.

Yet, there was another reason why he took his time. Why he didn't want to go to the America's.

Long ago, in a world so different from the one he lived now - Andreas was married. And when they had had their blessed union . . . well it was centuries ago. But see, his wife, she had wanted to go to the America's. She had wanted to establish a new life there. And then she was gone. Yes, the Alpha despised the new continent he was going to, and he would take as long as possible in getting there. In fact, they'd be lucky to see him at the ball! (Okay, he'd make it to the ball, but not a day sooner!)



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Live shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Mentally, the Russian recapped what had just happened, something like minutes ago. Live had been in her room, working on an article for the paper on child abuse. The irony of that had hit her hard. Wait, that really hurt... Putting a hand to her cheek she looked around silently and met eyes with Fabian. The man had snuck into her room without a sound, which took skill considering she had a deadbolt on the door and creaky floors. Somehow, her foster father had struck a blow across her face, leaving a nice throb to keep her company until the bruise came. More punches, and then a shovel had appeared. Where had that shovel come from? What was he going to do with it? It became clear when there was a sharp pain to her stomach, and her eyebrows came together in confusion. Had she done something wrong? Usually it didn't hurt this much. "What is this article? What is it?!" he shrieked, a wild look in his eyes and the shovel was dropped and he pulled her up by the shirt, spittle flying from his mouth. "An article for the school paper. They asked me to write it." she replied coldly, her accent surging in like it always did when she was scared.

Live blinked away real tears, from right now. What would happen now the Osiris had whisked her away? Would he begin to hurt Amy? The man flipped. "Asked you? Why?" he asked, his voice lowering considerably. This was scary quiet anger. "I don't know. Maybe because I'm always the one to write things like this?" Live retorted, losing some confidence. He snarled. "Don't give me that cheek!" A punch to the gut. The sound of a whimper, that was slightly far off. Was that her? He dropped her, and her butt missed the seat, falling to the floor and having her head knock against the chair. "You will call that damn school and tell them to give you a different topic! Or your quitting the damn paper!" Fabian sneered, stepping on her writing hand. There was a squeal of pain. "Well?" he yelled, leaning more of his weight onto her hand. He wouldn't break anything, but he would get close. "Okay! Okay!" she screamed, tears bursting through.

Then Osiris had appeared, out of no where in her doorway. Like a bloody angel. Her ears had stopped working, stopped letting sound through out of shock, but from his expression he looked absolutely pissed. Her foster father looked homicidal, and Live wished her boyfriend could just kill him. Kill the b*****d who would cause so many people so much pain. His eyes had glinted with murderous intent momentarily, and then it was gone as if he had thought against it. There was some words, and then her suitcases were pulled out. Filling them with her clothing and general belongings, she took her favorite books and then got her backpack together. The laptop her foster mother had scraped money up for. It was the best possible model available currently, and Live felt spoiled. A rice filled panda bear stuffed animal that was as big as her head and had floppy limbs was cradled in her arms. Also a gift from her foster mother, to replace the bloody one from her old home. The old home Live had watched be torn down years ago, and then her new mother and moved them across town into a nicer neighborhood.

Frowning at her lap, she massaged her injured hand, wondering why in hell it had to be that hand. A quick glance in Osiris' direction, and she wondered how he had found her. The windows had been closed, the only door open being the one to her room, and yet he had saved her. In all reality, Live had feared for her life. The elder man had looked ready to kill her for the article. Perhaps Amy had figured out he was cheating on her and filed for divorce. That would have explained the primal and rage filled eyes. Blinking, her thoughts jumbled and her head pounded, tears busting through and falling down her face. It hurt. Everything hurt. All the old bruises felt like they were back, tenfold, and the new ones were even worse. Why her? Hadn't she been punished enough for what she could do? Why was everything against her.

This stupid ability... she thought, and the silent tears grew worse as the car's engine was turned off. He must be mad at me. I can practically feel it! I should have told him, should have trusted him. she thought, clenching her fists tightly. Pain shot through her hands, from her previous injury and from her nails digging into the soft flesh. The ugly skin that had caused her so much grief over the years. Maybe there was an up to her skin, it didn't bruise super easily, and it wasn't so light as to make bruises extremely noticeable. At least she didn't have hemophilia, that would have been a cause for worry.

He was staring at her. Most days it made her want to squirm. Sure, if she had scars mottling her body, it would be understandable, but sometimes he just stared at her. As if at a loss of what to do now. Osiris' mouth moved, and Live had no idea what was happening until he started pulling her belongings out of the back. She scrambled to get some, namely her laptop bag and her school bag. Things were going fast, a bit too fast to her, and she was beginning to feel faint. This was his house! The place she'd never heard of, never even dreamed of being like this. Now she was to met his family. The faint feeling returned and a blush rose on her cheeks as she thought of the possibility of losing consciousness in front of everyone. Could you say embarrassing? Definitely.

The reporter followed his into the garage, mesmerized by the sheen of expensive cars her family would never have dreamt of owning. She didn't have a car. It was either getting a ride from someone with a car or that bus the school offered. Mentally scoffing, she was slightly envious of the cars. They were pretty and expensive. Then her logical side kicked in, and she wondered how durable the flashy things really were. Her boyfriend stepped through a door, and she was cautious to follow. Doors? Not her thing. Getting over herself, she followed him in and gawked at his kitchen. As good, if not better than, the garage.

>>Okay, So there ya go. I had a bit of trouble typing because of an incident with a Twihard, peanut butter, and my hand. Long story. But it's out. I can go back and edit if you need me too!<<

[Pixie_Dot]

Pay attention to those little whispers in your heart...
they could be your own angel speaking to you....
and only those of us who will listen quietly with our hearts can hear them.

Taking in a deep breathe, the petite angel looked straight ahead at the wooden door in front of her. To anyone it would seem as if she was concentrating on the thing but really, Emery was lost in her own train of thought. Were they going to get this treaty signed on time? And how in the world of all things holy were they going to make sure that every single person signed the thing? It would just have to be something that Emery and her partner worked on before anything else. She could tell that it wasn't going to be an easy task but the female wasn't planning on giving up easily at all.

Exhaling the breathe of air she held in her lungs, she couldn't help but press each hand against her waist and patting her jacket down. Emery didn't know why she was worrying about what she looked like at the moment. But didn't they say that first impressions mattered, or something along those lines? Why did she even care about such things? It wasn't as if they were going to judge her based on just appearances. The werewolves were going to talk to her and they were going to spend time with her, or so that was how she saw it.

Letting her hands drop to her side, it was almost as if the door opened instantly and Emery was no longer looking at the beautiful carved wooden door that was once in front of her. No, she was now staring straight at a muscular chest and her blue orbs slowly looked up to find the face of the man that stood in front of her now. The brunette man had to be at least a foot taller than she was. He only made her look so small next to him! There she was - pale, petite, and fragile looking. While the werewolf was - muscular, tall, and had much more color in his skin then she did.

It wasn't until the angel noticed that she had been staring a bit too long that she found the right words to say to the male. Could he sense that she wasn't a human? Did the spell the High Council used to hide her wings from human eyes worked against the vampires and werewolves? One thing she was sure of was that this male was definitely a werewolf, but whether he was the beta of the group was unclear to her. "I believe you knew that I was coming, my name is Emery," and with that said, Emery stuck out her small pale hand out in front of her for the werewolf to shake or to reject.

Either way the werewolf took it, she had to remain focused. If he rejected her hand shake then that meant that she would have to work harder towards her goal. And if he accepted the hand shake? Then maybe it would be easier to talk to the male and the pack. Maybe they would listen a bit more to what she had to say before getting offended in any way or feeling threatened. All the angel really hoped for was that the treaty was signed by New Years or who knows what would happen. Maybe, just maybe, the High Council would have to take matters into their own hands, something Emery preferred to keep as their last resort if nothing else seemed to work. "Hopefully your mates are near?"

[OOC] Failed, this post is horrible. -__- [/OOC]

[SpAnk j00]

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The first thing that Osiris expected to see was the beautiful kitchen of the manor completely empty. However, that was a different story and in front of the young vampire and his girlfriend stood Katharina, the coven leader, his madre. Now, the two did have the closest bond in the coven and they understood each other with everything, well almost everything. No one understood what Osiris was doing with a mortal girlfriend and why. No one understood how he felt about Live and so he would not mention her unless it was brought up or necessary. But now, it was finally time to talk, especially since he was bringing Live home with him. It was obvious that Osiris hadn't thought of running into his madre so soon and where was he to begin really? What was he to do next? Well, I guess I'm just going to be me.

"Why hello there ma-" and that was when the vampire caught himself. Katharina looked like she was in her mid twenties and he was going to call her his mother? In front of Live? She didn't even look like she had given birth nor have a child running around her home and he was going to blow it! What was he going to say? Maybe that Katharina and her husband were cousins staying with them? Or possibly that they were older siblings that had graduated from college. Their parents could be off on some sort of business trip or something like that. "Katharina, you're looking quiet lovely today." A small smirk appearing on his face as he said so as if to keep it calm and cool, but would Katharina really hold her tongue?

Katharina definitely wasn't the one to do so, no matter who or what was around them and where they were. It was something that wouldn't surprise him or catch him off guard. It was his madre that they were talking about. The leader of their coven, the wisest on of them all. And that was when the male cut the crap and cleared his throat before taking a step forward with the suitcases in hand. "I can explain, but can we not talk about this right now?"

The last thing Osiris wanted to do was make Live talk about all that happened just moments ago. He didn't want to put her in an uncomfortable situation where she was forced to talk about something that she didn't want to talk about. Of course Osiris knew that she didn't want to talk about what was going on back at home. Hell, if she had wanted to then she would have talked to him. But now it was clear that it wasn't something that Live wanted to discuss, even thought now she wasn't going to put if off any longer. Especially after the whole rescue scene with him showing up in her home out of no where to save the mortal. "I'll have you know that I have a really good reason for doing what I'm doing right now and out of everyone in this house, I know that you would understand better."

The tone of the vampire's voice kept on getting lower and lower before he took a look at the human female that stood just inches away from him. His eyes softening a bit as he took a good look at her. That b*****d. Osiris could only wonder why her foster father had been abusing her when she was such an innocent soul. A young beautiful female that never caused trouble and was never selfish or hated others, someone so special.

Looking back at the vampire mother, he couldn't help but feel another hint of anger growing inside of him. Part of the anger toward Live's foster father and the other toward himself. He was a vampire for crying out loud and he couldn't see what was going on with his girlfriend? The things that she was going through and the things she hid. The last thing he would have thought while kissing her goodbye every afternoon was that she was heading back to home that was more like hell then anything else. She had no choice but to head back there, until now of course. Maybe he could find a place for her to stay if his family didn't want her around. Somewhere the two could go to near by if anything else. So that he didn't have to risk his family's secret, so that they didn't have to share their stories, their past. One thing was for sure, Osiris never wanted to put his family at risk, not again, and he was going to make sure that it stayed that way for as long as he was still standing, for as long as he was alive and by their side.

It was clear that the coven meant a lot to the vampire. Without Katharina, he didn't know where he would be right now. Possibly, Osiris would have been sleeping in coffin, dead. Or he would have been one of those hunter vampires, killing mortals and other vampires for fun, as if some sort of revenge for what he had become. He wouldn't have been the way that he was, he wouldn't have met Katharina's husband nor would he have met Elinor, the sassy vampire sister he loved til no end yet annoyed whenever he got the chance to. They were his family and besides Live, they were the only thing he had left. The only people that actually held him together.

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