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Nicole Post

Nic could see her friend's expression getting lighter minute by minute. It was only minutely better but she was glad to see it. He seemed to smile more--although they weren't true smiles--he seemed to enjoy listening to her talk on. But he still looked tired to her. She would need to make it a point to get him away from the office more often. It was her duty as a friend.

Nicole smiled, and shook her head slightly at her friend "I'm sure he's glad I'm around," She stated, "But he is here to work. The other night I surprised him and his crew with refreshments and I contaminated some of the footage. It was terrible." She remembered Daphne walking away from the scene with a twinge of unease. She hadn't really heard Rain speak of her since. Nicole didn't enjoy burning bridges. She didn't like doing it and she didn't like seeing it happen. This had felt like one of those moments. "Well, I guess you could talk to him if you really wanted to. Have you even had a prolonged conversation with the guy?" She asked. "I can imagine how it might feel stuff. So much paperwork. And at a time like this..." She shook her head, "I haven't met her yet. What's she like? Where's she from? Think she'll learn the ropes soon enough?"

Nicole was glad to hear his laughter--as fleeting as it sounded. "Even then. I mean, you're my best friend. Just because you wave a silly little badge around does not mean that that changes anything." She met his look with one of her own, cocking an arm and placing a hand on her hip. "So there hasn't been anything new?" Deciding to lighten it up, she added, "Too bad Sherlock Holmes doesn't exist, right?"

Nicole shrugged her shoulders slightly. Leaving the town had never been in her plan...She had grown up here. She never left it. It was her home. "I'm...not sure if that was ever really in the plan. Dad hasn't said anything yet. But I can tell this town is starting to make him nervous. I wouldn't be surprised if you were to see him at the station any day now offering help. He is a profiler. I suppose any help you can get is good help right? " She then told him about her engagement. She smiled as she watched his face light up. She saw tears come to his eyes. Oh, God. He's crying. She readily went to him as he pulled her into a hug. A moment later and she would have done the same. "Thank you, Mal." She said, She didn't want to tell him that "it would be okay". It didn't seem right...but she didn't know what else to say.

Finally, they pulled away. She had to change the subject before they both burst into waterworks. With her next few lines of questioning, the horror of what she said sunk in. of course he wouldn't want to go in. "Oh, damn." She cursed, "Right. I can't believe I didn't think of that." She paused, " No, Rain won't be around for awhile. He's off with his team. Working. Maybe he would later but most likely...well, I'm not sure if he'd find a 'haunted house' amusing given his occupation" She gave a small smile, "I suppose I could chaperon some kids though." She shrugged, the idea didn't sound that appealing. "So, what will you do instead? Maybe I'll join you with that."


Nic nodded to Malcolm's excuses. He needed to answer his text messages. Nicole's own phone buzzed and chimed a few moments after Malcolm started answering his own text. She let a smile cross her lips. It left her lips a moment later. A questioning look came to her features as she read the text several times over.

To: Nicole Sullivan
From: ???
Message: one...two...skip a few...
who says we have to wait till Halloween~?


She didn't recognize the number. Was it supposed to be a prank? A marketing technique? There was not a link attached to it, so it couldn't be a marketing technique. She quickly tapped "reply".

To: ??
From: Nicole Sullivan
Message: Who is this?
I think you may have the wrong number.


She pressed "send" before she could question herself again. She learned from an early age: when in doubt, always ask a question. She had taken it to heart as a child, questioning everything and everyone. Now, she realized that that could be annoying. However, the instinct to do it still burned deep in her. She knew that because of all of the questions she had asked when she was younger, she had a solid knowledge base. It was uncomfortable when she didn't know something.

Still, the mysterious text made her feel more uncomfortable than usual. More tense. There was something about it that she couldn't put her finger on. It was just out of her grasp. It was strange, definitely, but it shouldn't have been any more unusual than receiving a text message from a wrong number or a prank call from youngsters. That's all this is. She tried to soothe herself, Just a prank text. Or a wrong number. Nothing too out of the ordinary. But with everything happening lately she couldn't be too sure. She slid the phone back into her basket. "Is everything okay?" She asked Mal, "Is the deputy on her way over or should we go on without her?"

A few moments later, Malcolm's phone rang. Nicole listened with interest as her best friend answered his phone. She watched the transformation with sadness. For a moment he seemed a little better--a little healthier. A little like his old self. But then that moment faded. A curse left his lips as it was not prone to do. And moments later, he had to go. Her decision was made instantaneously as well. "I'm going with you." She stated resolutely, "I'm not sure where my dad is right now. He wasn't home when I left. I figure the best place for me to be right now is with you. You're the sheriff. Nothing would happen to me with you here. Then, of course, you'll be taking your own advice as well. You won't be going alone." Her face was set in a determined look. There was no way he could keep her. "Even if you try to go without me," She warned, "I'll just follow you in my own car." She wanted to help him and now that she found a way to do so, she would cling to it.

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                      The paintbrush moved swiftly across the canvas spreading color across the surface. Bright reds and dark indigos flashed to life in the form of a Chinese lantern rising into the dark sky. Rui Sullivan’s brushed moved across without a thought—without a pause. She knew what she wanted. The inspiration consumed her, filled her. A smile spread across her lips, a fleck of dried indigo was on one of her cheeks, crimson was on her left wrist. How these marks came to be on the girl she could never say.

                      A song rose out o her in the form of a hum. Fittingly, it was from Tangled—“When Will My Life Begin”. Finally, Rory’s paintbrush stopped. Her head tilted, staring at her painting. A cascade of dark hair came over her shoulder. Impatiently, she pushed it back. A light wind rustled her skirt but she paid it no attention. ”It needs something…” She said softly to herself, ”but what…?”

                      Ten minutes passed as she stared at the painting. She was interrupted her phone sounding. It was a short, happy whistle. Yet, it still made Rory jump just a little a With one hand she picked up her phone and pressed the "home" button. It was a text message. She clicked it open and found a message from Si-Wang. She stared at the message for a full minute before starting. "Oh shoot!" Time had escaped from her. She had readied herself in the morning for the meeting—attempting to calm the rising sense of anxiety. Nothing had seemed to work…So she started painting. It worked like a trick but the problem arose when she lost track of time. It never failed. Usually it wasn’t problem but today she had a time frame.

                      Rory and Si-Wang had decided earlier that he would drive them there. If he hasn't, Rory would have walked or perhaps taken her bike. She was fine with that, really. In this case, however, it was helpful. It had reminded her of the meeting and of the time frame…She probably would have painted until night fell.

                      To: Si-Wang
                      From: Rory
                      Message: Okay! Take your time. C:


                      She smiled and opened another text thread

                      To: River
                      From: Rory
                      Message: Hey, are you already at the Spill?
                      I’m so excited! Are there very many people?
                      Si-Wang and I will be on our way soon. :3


                      Rory looked up in the tree above her. Her chameleon, Dali, was sitting on one of the branches. His bottom was slowly shifting into the brown color of the branch. His upper half was a brighter green than usual. ”Time to go inside, baby.” She said softly, ”I know it’s less time than usual. I’m sorry. We’ll come out again tomorrow, I promise.” Rory reached out for Dali and lazily, he climbed on to her hand, continuing until he reached her shoulder. She closed the paint packets and transferred them into a plastic bin.

                      Rory made her way back inside the house, closing the screen door behind her. Her mother was sitting on the couch, her cell phone to her ear. This was her standard weekly call to her best friend. Rory smiled at her mother. ”All finished?” her mother mouthed.
                      ”For today.” Rory whispered back, walking to the next room. Her home was a one-story, three bedroom house. It had a living room, kitchen, dining room and television room. The spare room served as an office and arts and crafts room. At was to the final room that Rory brought her paint supplies to. She placed the box next to the rest of her supplies before heading back outside. She wanted to prolong putting Dali away for as long as possible. She hated putting him in his cage but she couldn’t exactly have him wandering the house when she wasn’t home…something could happen to him. She couldn’t let that happen. She liked to think he was content with his life though.

                      Rory grabbed the canvas from off of the easel. She placed it aside as she folded the easel and placed it under her arm before taking the canvas once more. It was still damp but Rory knew her mom wouldn’t mind if she were careful.

                      The petite Chinese girl passed her adopted mother once more. "I know, Mal. How is it there? Mhm." Rory heard her mother say. As she was about to head down the hall toward her bedroom, she heard a knock on the door. Has that much time passed already!? Balancing her canvas away from her body and setting the pallet on a side table, she opened the door. A smile rose to her lips as she looked at her friend, "nǐ hǎo" She said, brightly, in Mandarin "How was that? Is my accent getting better? Oh, I'm just finishing up! I completely lost track of time! I'm almost done I promise!" She ran back to the arts and crafts room and dropped off the canvas and easel. Next, she went to her bedroom and took Dali off her shoulder. She placed him in his cage, and turned on the heat lamp. Next, she took out a plastic bag from a plastic tub near Dali’s tank. The insects inside of it were chirping and sounding. Rory deposited a few of the crickets into Dali’s tank before shutting the lid.

                      Rory put on her flats and grabbed her jean jacket and her purse as quickly as she could. ”Bye, Dali, love you.” She said, leaving her room. As she made her way back to Si-Wang. As she reached him, her mom poked her head out from the backroom. ”Hey there, Si-Wang.” She said with a smile, ”Where are you guys off to?”
                      ”We’re just meeting some of the daycare kids at the Spill. They want to tear the place down but we’re going to try to stop it.” She smiled.

                      Her mother nodded, ”Well, have fun and good luck. I love you.” Rory’s mom put the phone back to her ear, ”No, no. Si-Wang is just a friend of Rory’s…” She said as she trailed off.

                      ”Well, let’s go! We’ve got a daycare to save!” They walked out of the house, Rory locked the door behind her.

                      In the car, Rory pulled out her phone again. She had just a few more people to text.

                      To: Eden
                      From: Rory
                      Message: Herro! C:You heard there’s a thing going on at the
                      Spill today right? Are you going? ♥


                      To: Tilly
                      From: Rory
                      Message: Hey, Tilly!
                      Will you be going to the meeting at the Spill today for the daycare?
                      I hope to see you there! I’m on my way right now! <3


                      The second message was an afterthought. She never really talked to Tilly as much as she used to. She missed her though. She couldn’t help but remember all of their times together at the daycare. ”So, what did you do today?” She asked her friend, ”Are you excited for the meeting?”

                      As they neared the coffee shop, Rory couldn't help but notice how crowded it was becoming. She could see a lot of people inside the doors and many more outside. Unbidden, her heart started to pound, her palms began to sweat and her breath caught in her chest. ”Oh.” She whispered, trying to regain control of herself. When she stepped out of the car, it was as if the wind was roaring in her ears. She hadn't prepared as much as she should have for the event...It was always the initial shock of going to a large event that got to her. Once she was comfortable, she would calm down. All of this logic was momentarily lost for the young Chinese woman as she looked at the crowded building.

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ſσcaтισи:Outside the Spill
ωιтн: Si-Wang
fєєℓιиg: Anxious!!!
ℓσσк: Outfit
σσc: Wooooo! Lemme know if anything needs to be changed
May change layout later...xD

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Raz was right. There was nothing to be too worried about with Isha and Illy on the job. So, Isabelle put it out of her mind, choosing instead to focus on bailing her friend out of jail for the umpteenth time.

At the station, Isabelle laid on the charm with Martha. Iz laughed at Raz’s comment ”Oh Please. Forget about tomorrow! Today’s not even over yet. It’s still the beginning of the day!” Martha rolled her eyes good-naturedly.

As Iz addressed her friend, she felt Raz behind her with the camera. She was so used to it that she didn’t even pause. Isabelle shrugged, ”Eh, I don’t mind it much. Sounds like a legit clothing line…Sort of has that ring to it, doesn’t it?” She smirked, ”Plus, I really like saying “the third”. I don’t get to say it very much, you know.”

Andy reached through the bars, commenting about the animals. ”We don’t only gawk! We could feed you right? Aw, but I guess you’d become too dependent on us and die. Animals die, right, if they’ve been in captivity for so long and they’re released into the wild? So, given that, shouldn’t we leave you in here for a little bit? I wouldn’t want you to die. Who would Raz and I have to gawk at?” She paused for a moment before stepping closer to the bars to ask why she wasn’t invited.

”You mean to tell me that our law enforcement has no sense of humor? No! Those pigs” She peeked over at the officer and wiggled her fingers, ”No offense, darling.” She laughed at Raz’s joke, ”Yeah. I’m sure if you go with that advice, it’ll work out next time.” She laughed again, ”But really, a porno? Wait, wait. Where were you exactly? I’m trying to picture how you would shoot the scene. What would it be about? What’s the story?”

Finally, Andy had had enough. ”Raz, I can’t seem to remember…Did I pay or did I just want to stop by on our way to do something fun and exciing without Andy? The drunk gurgled. Iz’s nose scrunched up, ”Of course I did. What kind of friends would we be if we left you in this cell with a drunk as company?” The officer opened the cell and Andy stepped out, ”Let’s go get into some trouble, boys.”

As they walked through the parking lot Andy laughed. With his final comment though, Iz quickly looked at him, studying him carefully. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She knew this look. This was his jealous look. What is he jealous about? She asked herself. She wouldn’t let herself consider it for too long. She might have a while ago but she was too tired of getting hurt. He probably just felt jealous over her friendship with Raz. She rolled her eyes before bumping her shoulder with his, “What’s with the jelly face?” She teased, “Of course we didn’t have plans.” Somehow, she had managed to forget about the meeting. Again. Until Raz brought it up again. She sighed. It didn’t sound fun at all.

Outside of the spill, Iz groaned, ”That has to be some kind of fire code violation!” She exclaimed, ”I mean, what if there’s a fire? I’m not risking my life for the daycare.” She may have been exaggerating but she was already on the fence about even going to the meeting in the first place. When she saw the opportunity to get out of it, she took it. ”Yes. I feel myself definitely wanting to go to the lake instead.” She responded. Raz left the car for the moment, presumeably informing his sister that something had come up.

”You know what would make this even more fun?” Isabelle asked Andy once Raz was gone. She nudged Andy and nodded to the Quick Mart store on the corner, ”Refreshments.” Their eyes met for a brief moment and it was decided without another word. Iz popped open her door and got out, retrieving her wallet from her purse. She walked toward the store, a quick giggle bursting from her lips, ”You grab the booze, I’ll get the chasers?” She suggested.

Inside, Isabelle quickly went to the back coolers, picking out bottles of pineapple juice, orange juice and water (as an afterthought). She placed them on the check out counter before heading back to the snacks aisle. She chose pringled and two other chip bags before coming to a stop at the sweets. ”Chips Ahoy or candy?” She called to her friend. With his answer, she brought the junk food to the counter. The cashier rang her up and with a swipe of her magic plastic card, it was finished.

Once they were back at the car, Iz settled back into the driver’s seat. She and Andy set the two paper bags of fun in the center of the backseat. ”What’s taking him?” She wondered out loud. Not known for her patience, Iz looked toward the cafe. Someone near the entrance caught her eye. His hair color had changed, sure, but she would recognize his appearance anywhere. They had dated six months, after all. Nolan. At first her expression registered shock, then slowly it paled. So, he had returned from college.

Iz could still remember the feeling of being unable to breathe like it was yesterday. Even now, she couldn’t help but touch her neck, as she remembered scratching at his hands, trying to force him to let go. She recalled when he finally did…even breathing hurt for the first day after. She could barely talk. But it didn’t matter, her phone blew up with texts from Nolan anyway. Apologies, excuses…Whatever. She was through. It hadn’t mattered, anyway. Not long after, Nolan left for college.

But here he was again.

Isabelle’s hands tightened on the steering wheel and the knot in her stomach was growing. She looked somewhat sick. She wanted to go. But she couldn’t just leave Raz here. [******** ******** Fu— The backdoor opened, interrupting the blond from her internal melodrama. “I picked up a stray, I hope you don’t mind.” It was Raz. Isabelle turned her head, placing an awkward smile on her face that had nothing to do with Raz and Gray but everything to do with her mixed bag of emotions.

”I don’t mind. Gray, I’m glad Raz was able to get you.” She winked, ”I was just about to text you. Get in.”

Once everyone was in, she started the car. She breathed a short sigh of relief, closing her eyes for a moment. She put the car in drive just as she heard a scream. Her eyes were immediately drawn to a group of several individuals. Everything was happening quickly. Iz saw one girl strike another. Then the first girl fell to the ground. Could that be…”Dev?” She asked. If she weren’t in a hurry to leave she would have wanted to stay and watch. She had wanted to do that to the b***h for years…and yet, there was little Alice doing it in plain sight. ”Andy, don’t you dare get out of the ******** car.” She warned softly, ”If you do, so help me, I will let your a** rot in jail.” The car was silent. She knew she would have to make up for this later but at the moment Isabelle didn’t care. All that mattered was getting as far away as she could. She pulled her car away from the curb.

Only when Iz was off the main street did she speak again, trying to make her voice light. ”I hope you weren’t too set on coffee, Gray.” She willed herself to smile at him through the rearview mirror, although it was strained, ”Andy and I were thinking we needed something with a little more kick when we get to the lake. Check the bags.” She glanced at Raz through the rearview mirror, trying to be playful she added ”We made a quick stop while you were away.” Her heart was finally returning to its normal speed and the knot in her stomach loosened just a little bit. She had a lot of explaining to do.

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Rui Jin Sullivan

- text messages
- Outside
-Nervous about the crowd
-makes her way through it.


-lights up when she sees River
-stutters hello to Ieysha

-notices a fight
-hopes everyone's okay

-Sees Eden?
...something else?

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Nicole

As the two talked, Nicole found out just how much they were each missing of each other's lives even over the space of a week or two. Before the murderers, they had talked a lot--although if Nicole were being honest, that communication tapered off somewhat when she started messing around with Liam. But now, they were each at a distance and it was putting an even bigger strain on the relationship. At least, in this case the sheriff's reasoning was more reasonable than her own. He was trying to solve the case of the decade. No wonder he didn't have time for his friend. Still, her friend was caring--claiming to give her boyfriend a "talking to" if he messed with her. Too bad she was the one at fault in that relationship.

Nicole nodded as he discussed his new employee, Aubrey. When he said she used to live around here, her head tilted, trying to remember any of the Aubreys she knew who moved out of town...None of them rang a bell..."Did she? The name doesn't sound familar...Maybe it's one of those 'know-her-when-you-see-her' type of things. " She shrugged.

"Sherlock Holmes does not cause problems in every situation every time!" Nicole exclaimed playfully, "He only does it when he's bored. He's so misunderstood." She gave the fake sigh of a fan girl, "He just doesn't mesh well with the majority of personalities. And often makes the Inspector look like an a**. But other than that minor character flaw, Mr. Holmes seems very charming. And he solves difficult cases generally very quickly. With little evidence." She sighed again, this one more honest, and returned to the seriousness of the situation. "However, he doesn't exist. So I guess that wouldn't help at all."

All of the talk about Sherlock Holmes naturally led to Nicole mentioning her father. Although her father was nothing like the literary figure, when she was little, Nicole loved to imagine that the character in her books did the same work that her father did. She watched the conflicted set of emotions come onto her friend's face when she mentioned her father's involvement. "Well, I mean, only if you guys want it." She responded. She wondered what Malcolm thought of her father. As far as she knew, he was not a difficult man to work with. He also had one of the best profiling rates. However, if Mal had it handled, then she wouldn't bother even mentioning it to her father. She shrugged although she also couldn't help but think if her father had already gone to the station. From the looks of things, he had not.

Nicole had not been thinking when she asked if he was going to the Haunted House. She mentally kicked herself for bringing up one of his negative memories. What kind of friend was she? "I can understand that. I feels a little off-putting and insensitive when you look at it that way, doesn't it? I can't believe they still do it." She said before she gave a quick laugh, "Paperwork is what you plan to do? A few hours before Halloween? Now I know you have a huge case going, but don't sheriffs deserve a little break here and there? At least for the evening? We could get a late dinner or something?" She asked. Then, Malcolm explained that he needed to answer a few texts. It was fine--Nicole knew that she had a few to answer herself.

As she closed her phone after she sent the message to the unknown number, she couldn't shake the unease that the message gave her. She knew it was likely a wrong number but it was odd that it was a text instead of a call...and a rhyming one at that. It felt intended in a strange way. It wasn't the usual "On my way over" or "Are you going to such and such party?" that might be expected from a misdial. A few seconds after her text to the unknown phone number, her phone chimed. Another message. She was about to open it, when it worked itself open on its own. She looked down at the screen, squinting her eyes slightly. Is that...? Before she could finish even her thought, another message came in, opening itself quicker than the first. Another image. It was definitely herself. And Liam. Her eyes went wide. When was this? He didn't take pictures did he? Her phone was flooded with image after compromising image. More messages came in, more quickly than she was able to delete. This was obviously...some form of virus or... "I know what you did last summer" prank. Whatever it was, it wasn't funny.

This was before the sound came through. She could hear herself moaning, Liam's grunting. A small video began on her phone. Nicole tried to turn off the sound but it didn't work. She attempted to turn off the phone but the button refused to work. Her face was all flame now. Red and embarrassed. She was also frustrated and more than a little flustered. Nicole stepped her way from her friend for a moment and took the battery out of her phone.

It was a blessed relief when the noise finally stopped.

Her mind began to create a story, weave a lie. It would work. It had to. She felt bad for lying to her closest friend but it needed to be done. If he knew...well, she couldn't think of that. She stepped near Mal again, words already on the edge of her tongue. He wouldn't be able to tell who the moaning voices were...They all sounded similar at one point. She could blame a virus. She could explain that she received a prank text from an unknown phone number, responded to it and had somehow received a virus. It would work. She took a breath and waited for Mal to finish his phone call.

When the sheriff finally got off the phone, he stated he had to go. He sounded terrible...no, something worse than that. In an instant she was decided. She would not budge, no matter what he said. Finally, he let in. "Alright, but it's bad, Nic. You don't touch anything or step in the scene, ok?" She almost scoffed. Of course she would not touch anything. What did he take her for? She knew her way around a crime scene--sort of. Still, she reigned herself in and simply nodded. "You don't have to worry about me...I've seen some of Dad's pictures." What her father didn't know would not kill him. He might've even left them out to scar her from looking at them ever again. Which had happened. What made this situation different was her friend's need. She would be supportive.

Nicole sprinted after her friend, thanking her lucky stars that she was wearing combat boots instead of heels like she had been the other day. They were easier to navigate. At the car, she got in and buckled her seat belt. Mal wasted no time. While he drove and spoke in his radio, Nicole opened her basket and retrieved her light sweatshirt from inside of it's depths. She pulled it over her costume, hoping it offered some sense of decorum.

It was interesting being on this side of the situation. She was all too used to pulling over to the side of the road when she heard a siren. Now, she watched cars around her trying to do the same. She heard Mal's call over the radio and had to take a moment to think about it. The codes ran through her mind for a moment before it matched. Homicide. Nicole swallowed, trying to ready herself for what she was going to see.

Malcolm's voice came through to her, "It was a group of girls. Girl scouts, Nic." She glanced over at Malcolm in alarm. Children? Who would do this to children? She took a steadying breath. "Do you...think it might be...related to the same string of murders?" She asked softly, uncomfortably. She nodded with his warning, but she knew she would look. She was too curious to help it. "I know." Nicole answered, "I know it changes people."

Soon enough the two were at the site, pulling in to the side of the ambulance. Mal got out of the car quickly without a word. Nicole got out a bit more slowly. She kept her eyes on the ground, trying to prolong what she would inevitably force herself to see. The temptation to look was getting stronger and stronger, especially after she heard Mal's mutter.

The smell hit her first. It was metallic and sharp as it reached her nose. She couldn't help herself anymore. Nicole's eyes took in the crime scene, jolting from one thing to the next. They were wide and unable to focus on anything in particular. There were body parts all over the place, mangled corpses--no, bodies. The bodies of the children were beginning to stir. She could hear soft voices but she couldn't quite here what they were saying. Instinctively, she took a half a step back, hitting her back against the side of Mal's car.

Nicole choked down a whimper that threatened to burst from her lips and her body gave a violent shiver. She was able to pivot her body away from the car before stumbling to her knees in front of the bushes and throwing up. Perhaps she had been wrong. Perhaps this wasn't the place for her after all.

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The silence was not an easy one--it was uncomfortable and tense. Daphne forced herself to stay where she was in spite of the urge to leave. The older vampire's eyes held an intensity that the blond was not accustomed to. As Nefretiri took a seat, Daphne expected the unease to dissipate because it seemed as though, in a predatory sense, Nefretiri was lowering her guard. Daphne was wrong. It didn't fluctuate. Daphne watched the smile come on to the Egyptian woman's lips. It didn't seem to fit the situation but there was no time to consider what it could mean now. Daphne wasn't like her mate in that sense. She couldn't plan a strategy while listening and responding to dialogue. She could only rely on her instincts.

Daphne listened to Nefretiri's next statement and to some degree she agreed. While she embraced this new power of hers, she still shied away from the word "witch"--even if it was a white witch. There was too much history for her with the word. Too many emotions connected to it. It never failed to bring back the sensation of suffocation and heat. What she had clung to all this time was the injustice of it. She hadn't displayed any magical traits other than an affinity for plant life and yet she had faced death. "You're right," She said softly, "It was a time of ignorance. Where most men are considered, the unexplained phenonmena are still treated as a witch hunt." Daphne would have liked to live in a time where witches and magic was respected. She expected her attitude would have been more open toward it. She wondered if Cian's maker had grown up in a time that respected it.

Daphne glanced to her mate and noticed the same confusion outlined on his features as she felt. She was also confused by Nefretiri's comment alluding to the event that happened over one thousand years. She opened her mouth to ask about it but Cian beat her to it. She waited for the answer as patiently as she could. What would have happened to cause such a rift?

Daphne felt the sense of dread in her chest lighten. The anxiety was dissipating. It was a relief. The next topic was a lighter one...the Wizard of Oz. It seemed odd, all things considered. The blond vampire nodded to the question. She had seen it--she could even vaguely remember going to the theaters to see it. It was a rosy memory. "I suppose I...could be a good witch." She allowed, though it still felt uncomfortable to admit it.

Daphne didn't recognize the dismissal until Cian was directing her toward the door. "Thank you." She bowed her head slightly to the Egyptian vampire before following her mate, her friends. As she passed Sephiroth, she felt his touch on her back. It ran deeper than skin deep, however. It seemed to comfort her.

Before she could say another word, Sephiroth transported them to Thor. She nodded to his comment. "Thank you, Sephiroth." She said, "I hope you rest well."

[ Later on... ]

Daphne had not meant to offend Black by not feeding from a live human. She saw the other female's expression and was instantly embarrased. She touched the smaller girl's arm "I'm sorry, Black." She stated, "I just... We just met Nefretiri. And I'm just not feeling very..." She didn't know where to end the sentence. She hoped Black would understand.

[Even Later...]

As Rosemary entered the room where they were to set up, she kissed Daphne on the cheek. The raven haired vampire looked withdrawn. Daphne was somewhat concerned but before she could approach her, Black took a seat with her. As she glanced toward Daisy, the young vampire glared back at her. So now she was annoyed as well. Daphne frowned, not enjoying this feeling. It wasn't too much later that Nefretiri's tale began.




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(Cian)

Cian didn't particularly enjoy the silence. Although he was not one to shy away from it; he often prefered it given the choice. This one was different, however. It provoked a sense of dread that hung about them all. Cian remembered what Veni had told them before meeting with his mother. She had the same abilities as Rosemary. The fear aura. It made sense. When Nefretiri sat he did not expect, as his wife had, that the feeling would dissipate. His body tensed as a smile spread on Nefretiri's lips.

Cian agreed with each of their next points, squeezing his wife's hand once more. He thought it went even further than what Nefretiri was explaining. Although all of them in this room would have been (or were, technically speaking) considered witches, most unique individuals were cast out of society or viewed as witches. Nefretiri could have emphasized that more but he understood his line of thinking was purely semantic.

Cian remembered having to make an attempt to integrate with society at that point. If you didn't make an attempt, you'd soon find yourself on the outside if not dead. The people were a highly suspicious lot. He could also remember when Ireland had been more open to the mystical and nature. There were legends of helpful fairies and sprites...although there were equally dark tales of impish elves and haggs. "On the one hand," He began, "I agree completely. Witches weren't always feared, they were respected. On the other, I want to add that at that point that not every society respected it at some point. It was often feared even when connected to religious spiritualism." At least according to what he had studied.

With Nefretiri's next point, two things came to Cian's mind. The first was that although Nefretiri claimed Sophia's (or Eydis) line produced witches of any kind, Cian had to consider his theory. He wondered if they were all connected through spirit magic. Sophia's abilities were obviously drawn to the spirit world, that much was obvious. She was a shaman. Cian's rune magic was both a learned action and sometimes he thought he could feel his soul or spirit attaching itself to the runes. Finally, Daphne. Her spirit was light, innocent. It reflected in her healing abilities. She genuinely wanted to help other people. Of course it could have been and emphasized piece from her human abilities. This was a theory through and through. It had been something that had only recently started to develop...he wasn't sure if it was true. And he wasn't willing to share it. Like most scientists, he wanted to keep his hypothesis to himself while he researched it. The only known thing was that Eydis produced vampire-witches.

The second train of thought that was started by Nefretiri came with her next point. His eyes became inquistive. What event had happened? Could this be what Eydis avoided talking of? "I'm sorry but...What event would this be?" He asked.

After this topic of conversation, Cian watched the Egyptian's face soften and the feelings of tension eased. He felt lighter than a moment previously, confirming his theory that she had been controlling the emotional atmosphere of the room. The topic of conversation confused him again. Although it soon made sense. He had only seen the movie once, although he had read the book.

Not much longer, Nefretiri seemed to dismiss the group. Cian wouldn't have recognized it but for the nudge he received from Veni. He followed his friend outside of the room, feeling a light pressure on his back. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Sephiroth's hand on his back and on Daphne's. He could feel his discomfort lightening even more.

As soon as they were outside of the room, Sephiroth teleported them to Thor. The relief was almost instantaneous, although his possessions were still in the other house. He nodded his thanks as his wife voiced them.

[Later on...]

Black had their meal set up for them. An odd couple, it seemed, who wanted to experience a vampire bite. He readily recognized that one was meant for him and for Daphne, however, his mate didn't seem to be in the mood. As a result, Cian tried to give the couple their experience. He didn't take much from either human and was full in no time at all.

[Even Later on...]

As Sephiroth and Cian spoke before the meeting, the angelic being asked his a question. "A poppet is an older word for a puppet." Cian began, "It's an old-English term of endearment as well. Nefretiri was using it to mean a child, a girl. Sophia--my maker--has the appearance of a young child. She was seven or eight when she was made into a vampire. In fact, she would be similar to Dan or Daisy but for her magic. Her magic tends to...settle in her eyes. There's something otherworldly about them." After the conclusion of the conversation, the two of them headed into the congregating room. Cian took a seat next to his wife, placing an arm across the back of her chair.

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Late Summer/Early Autumn




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Nicole

The scene was chaotic. There was no way around it. More and more people were arriving by the minute. Professionals were moving to and fro. Everyone was talking. People were yelling. There was a scream. A howl. A rustle. Nicole couldn't seem to focus on any of it. It all seemed disconnected and disorganized. There was no way to connect it all. To make it make sense. She heaved as another convulsion left her stomach.

Finally, Nicole's retching stopped. She sat numbly, quietly. She was staring at some point in the dark woods--at some bush. She saw it but she didn't really see it. She didn't know if there were berries on it (There weren't), or even if the leaves were large or small (small). She could not even say if the bush was green or not. It was not the darkness obscuring these facts. It was the shock. Why the Hell was she here? She didn't belong...

The reminder of why she was here came not two minutes later. Malcolm. He seemed sympathetic. But why? She stared into the woods, not really hearing her friend, her lips trembling. "I need your help, Nic." The sentence her friend spoke came the clearest. Perhaps she was not supposed to be here...But as long as she was, she would find the resolve to do this. Determination coursed into her body. She forced herself out of her own head and listened to what Malcolm was saying. He was needed elsewhere but he wanted a safe zone for the girls. They're not all going to die...? Nicole thought. Although rationally when she had arrived at the scene she saw the girls shifting ever so slightly, she didn't know their status. They looked like they were on their last few breaths. But now, she could feel a sense of purpose. The resolve became stronger in her. She could handle this. "I can try, Mal." She said quietly, wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "I'm sorry." She added, more quietly, regarding her behavior. She stood on swaying feet and made her way to Mal's car.

Nicole leaned into the car and pulled the trunk's lever, she heard a pop! sound amidst the pandemonium. Instead of immediately going to the drunk, she reached for a water bottle sitting in the drink holder. She took a long swig of the water, trying to rid her mouth of the vile taste of bile and vomit. Next, she found the container of Vicks and dabbed a little of the substance below her nose. The scent of menthol immediately worked to disguise the smells of blood and flesh. When she was ready, she moved quickly to the back. She opened the drunk wider, seeing the first aid kits and blankets.

Nicole pulled the blankets out first and spread the two larger ones out in a clear, segregated place near the cars Mal had mentioned. She set two of the kits on the blankets and looked around at the area that she had made, checking that it was all set for the survivors. It would do. She took a deep breath. It was time to attend to the girls. I CAN and WILL do this. She shook herself. She grabbed the remaining two kits and the smaller four blankets then proceeded around the cars. She heard the tail end of what Mal was saying to the priest and Izy. When did they get here? She wondered to herself and then approached the little group.

"Father, Izy," Nicole nodded in greeting to both of them, "I...I have a safe area set up for the gi--for the survivors by the cars." She pointed to the area, "The school district required some form of first aid training for me to become a student teacher so I will be able to do some of the basics. I have two first aid kits with me here but the other officers may have some in their trunks as well. I also have four blankets here and two larger ones over in the safe area." She handed one of the kits to Charlie and two of the blankets to Izy. "I'm going to head over to the first girl...Did either of you say that you had first aid experience?" She asked, "It's okay if you don't." She added, "You could help move the kids that are ready to the safe area."

Once she had their answers she returned her attention to the scene. She saw two familiar faces run up to help lift the branch off of one girl, so as such that situation seemed handled. Again, she wondered when they came and where they came from. She didn't have time to wonder for long, however, as she turned her attention from Ty and Charlotte and back to the other wounded girls. She moved to the nearest one. She was chanting something quietly, Nicole figured it was to calm herself. Nicole kneeled next to the girl, her eyes scanning the child. "Hey there," She said softly, to the little girl. Underneath the blood, the little girl looked familiar. But then...of course she did. Brookshire was a small town after all.

The tutor gently smoothed back the brunette's hair, "I know you have owies all over but can you tell me where you hurt the most?" She asked, hoping the girl was lucid enough to answer. While Nicole waited for the girl (Darla) to answer, she scanned the body, looking for bone punctures. The worst of it seemed to be on her left arm. There was a deep wound, cutting through the skin and, as far as Nicole could tell, most of the bone. The arm was hanging on by what seemed to be a thread. She took a deep breath to steady herself. No amount of first aid training could have prepared her for this. This required some type of medical degree. But Nicole had to do what she could. There seemed nobody else to do it. The lone paramedics were dealing with the worst of the worst. She could try to handle this.

Nicole popped open her first aid kit. There were the basics: disinfectants, gauze patches, gauze wrap, band aids, Neosporin, aspirin and a few additional items. In short: Not much. Again, the tutor tried to take a deep breath. She had to stop the bleeding. "This will hurt," She warned, "But I promise you'll feel better soon, okay?" She moved as close as she could to the wound. If she disinfected it, that would make it worse right? She didn't know. Best to stop the bleeding for now, then let the professionals help the girl later. Just keep her alive...Just keep her alive... She chanted to herself. She put on medical gloves and started to work as best as she could.

The child cried as Nicole wrapped her arm with the gauze, bringing the pieces closer together. The binding was firm but still slacking--the way Nicole had learned (albeit for lesser wounds). She made sure the wound was supported, making it up as she went along...it seemed fine. For now. "Okay," She finally said, after putting a gauze patch and some tape on the girl's right collarbone and left leg, "We're going to try to move you to a safer area. Help will be here soon." She turned away from the child, "Can anyone help me move this little girl to the safe zone?" She called, "I think she's okay for now...but she really needs to see someone as soon as possible. She lost a lot of blood. I tried to stop the bleeding but I'm not sure if it'll last long." She felt something moving by her thighs...when she looked down, she saw her hands. They were violently shaking. She tried to ball them into fists but even that didn't do much. God, please keep her alive. She rarely (if ever) prayed. But this was one of those moments.

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Thor part 2

Eastern Europe
106-275 AD
Late Summer/Early Autumn
Evening


The night was settling in. The pink twinge was gone from the horizon line. The purples and blues and indigos were deepening in the sky. The stars became incrementally brighter in contrast. The village was finally becoming more and more quiet as the last door closed for the night. One by one the lights in the houses began to turn off.

Eydís watched it all from her perch on a branch of a beech tree at the very edge of the forest. She squatted, her child-like body fitting easily on the thin branch. For a long time, the vampire had been the community's protector and, at one point, its most fierce predator. The village had grown, however. While the vampire still saw herself as its protector, she was no longer its only predator--a fact which made her grit her teeth in anger. While she did not need to feed as much as she used to, Eydís still had a sense of what was hers. She viewed the village as just that. It was her territory. And, she didn't like to share. Perhaps it was some form of survival instinct--like animals protecting their food sources. Or maybe she was just acting out her childish whims.

Still, Eydís saw herself as a fair ruler. If another predator had introduced him or herself to the child-vampire, she was more forgiving. She might allow them to hunt in the area. If they were passing through, they posed no harm. If they neither left nor sought her out, they were fair game. With a warning. Unfortunately, many of the trespassers couldn't see past her appearance. They underestimated her and paid for it with their lives. However, she always gave them time.

The humans knew of her existence. They did not know what she was, however, other than a protector. They knew what she needed to survive and had some system amongst themselves to provide it. They understood that their relative peace was due to the whim of their child protector. They didn't know what to call her--the budding roots of Christianity were not mixing well with the old Gods. They didn't know whether to call her a goddess or a demon. So, they didn't try. She became [look up word], "the child"--although nobody truly knew what she looked like.

Eydís looked like a child--a curse from a maker who was as attracted to children, as he was magic. She had thick, straight brown hair that fell to the bottom of her shoulder blades. Her face was smooth and circular. Her cheekbones prominent, although her eyes more so. It was the eyes the townspeople knew. They were intense and crimson in color. They often unnerved her people. Her scent was artificially applied to her body. It was a mixture of cinnamon, jasmine, and wild blackberries. Although cinnamon was rare in this area, Eydís loved its scent and sought it out.

The vampire's red eyes took in the path that the dark vampire had made, up to the point where she met a panther. That had surprised Eydís. She did not know many vampires who traveled with large cats. Overall, she did not know what to make of the new vampire. Would she pose a threat to Eydís' territory like the others had before her? Or was she just a visitor, passing through, not intending to stay? She had not initiated a fight when they made eye contact in the street but that could be explained away. There were too many humans. If one did not want a riot or a hunt, one didn't expose themselves as a threat. The reasoning made sense on some level. Still, Eydís was inclined to believe the other vampire with the strange appearance had been a visitor--traveling with the other new ones. Of course, she had been wrong before.

The vampire could not help but seize every opportunity to read the new additions to her village. Her ability to see into the spirit world helped in that case. In the briefest of encounters, she could see little facts about an individual--their spirit animal, perhaps, or a dominant personality trait. The brief encounter with the other vampire had left a taste in Eydís' mouth. Fear and some form of magic. That much was obvious. It intrigued the girl. Magic had always intrigued her, much as it had intrigued her maker.

A glimmer on the branch next to her caught her attention. A black panther sat impossibly on the branch, its weight and sudden appearance not disturbing even one leaf from the branch. "I didn't call you." The child-vampire said, turning her eyes back toward the distant camp where the vampire went to. "You did." She could hear the panther's response in her mind. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the panther shrug its shoulder in a very human way. The panther was Eydís' spirit companion. It traveled where she traveled, often unseen expect for when she chose for her to be so. Right now, she did not. The panther's voice was ancient and wise.

"I don't remember doing so..." Although she was kicking up a fuss, her hand went to her coat as she pet her down her back. She was glad for her presence. Sometimes she came, sometimes it was her mate. Both of them represented the different aspects of the panther--the guide and the mother. "Do you know who they are?" She felt the mother's(1) shoulder shrug this time. "They travel with Rome." Eydís had heard rumblings of the place called "Rome" and she knew it to be in the south. Other than that, she did not know much of it.

Eydís lifted her eyes to the sky, her ears trained expectantly. Sure enough the sound of a caw hit the air. A raven looking for its flock. Once it was nearer to Eydís' tree it cawed again, this one slightly different than the one before it. It had found its family. It approached Eydís with all the familiarity she would have expected. The black bird perched on the branch directly in front of the vampire. It preened its feathers before turning its attention to the vampire. "Good evening, Muninn(2)" She smiled. She had lifted the name from a Norse traveler she had known. She liked the language and she felt it was a fitting name for the raven. To her familiars, she spoke in her native tongue--an old dialect of the area. She spoke it softly so as not to be heard. "Do you know anything about our visitors, Muninn? Mother said they travel with Rome. " Like the panther, Muninn shrugged his shoulders, cawing once before taking to the sky once more. He flew in the direction of the camp.


Silently, Eydís stood, the leaves of her tree rustling only slightly. She moved from one tree to the next, swiftly, silently, until she was closer to the camp. She knew better than to approach the camp directly, or even, get any closer than she already was. She stood on the bough of a great oak tree this time. She watched the camp, looking for movement and intention.


(1) The mother: I'll find a name for her panther later. Panthers are symbols of guides, mothers, passion, rebirth, healing, and power. I'm calling the female spirit panther "Mother" right now as that's the one Eydís feels like the panther represents. The name may come out later.

(2) Muninn: One of Odin's ravens. It means "mind" or "memory". Ravens are a symbol of secrets, knowledge, mystery and language.

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Caleb

The church campus was quieter than it had been even two hours ago. There were no more noises of children screaming, little feet pounding the ground outside, and the voices of the volunteers instructing their charges. The Vacation Bible School was done with for the day. Praise God.

The supplies and activity rooms were cleaned for the night and the volunteers left an hour or so ago. Now, the church was quiet. So quiet one could hear each breath, each soft beat of his heart. The sanctuary was pristine, the Eternal Light flickering in the red holder, reminding anyone present in the sanctuary that God was there. The candle was attached to the wall with a gold holder. Two other candles representing Christ as the Light of the World glimmered in holders next to the large cross on the wall. The cross was modest in its design--dark wood, simple lines. It served as a reminder of God's sacrifice. Paraments of woven off white cloth spread across the altar, free of wrinkles, the green and gold details shimmering in the soft candlelight.

Caleb Fields sat in the second row of pews facing the altar. His body leaned forward, his blue eyes closed, and his hands were clasped in his lap. "Thank you, Lord, for this day. For all that you have provided us with." The pastor's son prayed, "Thank you that we have the opportunity to teach young children about your wisdom, grace and might. Give us the words to speak and give them the ears to listen that they might truly understand your message and your plan. Please continue to lead these children with your light, Lord. Show them that your way is right and lead them from temptation, Lord. Don't let them fall so easily into sin, but let them be obedient and worthy of the title of being your sons and daughters." His prayer lasted for seven more minutes before he ended it. "Lord, let your will be done here. Let all those who don't know you, come to know you. Let them be saved by your power and grace. In your son's name, Amen"

Caleb stood. He was tired. His day had been long, sometimes frustrating. He both organized the VBS program this year and ran a class of his own. However, it had been expected of him. There was no question that Caleb Fields would participate, even lead, a VBS program at His Redeeming Love. His father was senior pastor here, after all. Every year since he had been able, Caleb participated in the program in some fashion. It was really the least he could do. Most of the time, he was away at school. Caleb attended an out-of-state law school. He came home during the major holidays and school breaks but they were far and few between. By helping with the VBS program, he was attempting to "make up" for his absence in the family circle. He wasn't sure if it really worked but it offered him some sense of relief. Then again, Caleb also enjoyed the sense of power he had over the children. He basked in the feeling that accompanied the realization that the children were listening to him. It was wonderful.

Caleb stretched his lean body just briefly before heading to the thick doors of the sanctuary. He pulled his set of keys from his pocket before closing the doors and locking them. They had had a break in once before and that was enough. They still had a small chapel that would be open through the night but the main sanctuary was to be locked. Caleb walked across the darkening church campus with a sense of confidence and direction. He knew where he was going and nothing could surprise him at this church. He reached his 2004 Civic without any problems. He got in it and drove the short distance home.

Caleb was not surprised to find his home empty. His mother had told him that it would be such because of the weekly bible study they had with several other couples from the congregation. He unlocked the front door and entered his parent's modest home, flipping on lights as he walked in. After closing the door, he went straight to the kitchen to make himself a ham sandwich before heading up the steps to his bedroom. He finished the sandwich before pulling off his VBS shirt and cargo shirts. He needed to change.

Once he was finished changing, Caleb looked at his Android phone, noticing for the first time that the notifications light was blinking. He swiped the phone and found that he had a text message. It was from Bijoux, a French girl who attended his church. She was nice but he could only imagine what was lurking under her exterior--what was she hiding? What temptations did she give into? He frowned for a brief moment before he quickly typed a reply. He would just have to work harder with her if that was the case.

To: Bijoux
From: Caleb
Message: Hey there. Those sound amazing!
☺ I'll have to see if I can come by. I'm
going to the lock-in tonight.
I'm going to have to convince Dad to host one of these.
You should come by.



Caleb had next to no choice in what he was to do tonight. Most of the people he knew from high school and from his congregation were at the Baptist Church's lock-in event. The other ones...well, he too had received an invitation to a birthday party. He knew it would be full of all kinds of sin and vice. He knew temptation would run rampart there. That women would be dressed as Jezebels, Bathshebas and Dahlias--whores and prostitutes. That men would lust and pant after them. It sickened him to even think about it. Of course, he could always stay home as well. That was not an option, however. His father wanted to know how a lock-in event worked so that he too might host one. And so he sent his son. Into the proverbial lion's den. Caleb didn't know as much of the Baptist Church as he would have liked before going into it but he could imagine that it was less concerned about it's place and the morals that it taught its congregation. Caleb's father had hinted to as much.

Caleb let out a little sigh before opening a new message and typing out a message. His friendship with Thana was a strange one. He could never have imagined it even a few years ago but now it just seemed natural. Perhaps it was just his flesh getting in the way. Thana was the opposite of what he usually looked for in a friend. She gave into her temptations and she knew it. There was no control there. But it was right for her. Even when he mentioned her flaws, she took it in stride. On some level, Caleb knew she was imperfect and that irritated him to no end. The fact that she wasn't making any strides toward perfection bothered him...But still. Their relationship managed to be somewhat of a close friendship. Perhaps the old cliche was true. Opposites attract. That had certainly been the case with Mila.

To: Thana
From: Caleb
Message: Hello. What are you doing tonight?


Caleb slung his coat over his arm and took up his backpack and his sleeping bag. He had packed everything earlier that morning so he would be ready. Caleb left his room, grabbing his keys, wallet and cellphone before doing so. He put the wallet and cellphone in his jean pockets and stepped back into the night. Once again he got into his car and drove. This time his destination was a little farther. It was the Baptist church. Once he parked, he opened the door and looked down at the invitation he had received.

Caleb followed it's instructions and was led to a room. He heard two people talking and took a deep breath before entering the room. He recognized only one of the individuals. Briefly, his eyes narrowed. Briefly, he was filled with a mixture of hate and curiosity. Although he didn't know her well, he knew that Nanine Delacroix was friends with Mila. He had seen them together. He knew of the younger girl but he had never talked to her. She was probably just as twisted, just as much of a temptress as Mila had been.

Caleb had to force himself to clear his brief expression before placing a smile on his face and entering the room with more purpose. "Hello," He addressed the two, "My name is Caleb Fields. Is this where we're setting up for the lock-in?" He approached the two younger individuals, trying to keep his expression friendly and neutral.

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Iz



The day finally began to feel somewhat right again much later. It was at Iz's house for the pre-party that the awkwardness melted away. Isabelle didn't want to dwell on it too much. On the couch in her drunken state, Iz told Andy the real reason why she was quick to leave. The anger from his mistrust seemed to have melted away with the addition of alcohol into her bloodstream. "Weird didn't even begiiiin to cover it. The guy was a ******** sociopath." She laughed. Her hands went once again to her neck, before, with an expression of shock she pulled them away and rested her head on Andy's shoulder. She shushed him before he could respond to that and switched gears by telling her dirty joke, unaware of it's origins.

Iz had the presence of mind to send out one text before the two called the cab company. Ryan had responded some hours before and true to form she hadn't texted back. Of course it wasn't in the most corrected form due to Iz's buzz. She didn't, however, correct it before she sent it out.

To: Ryan
From: Iz
Message: there's this parrrwty going down at Rebel 's house.
Do u kno w Rebel? u should com!


The cab over to Rebel's didn't take long. Rebel didn't live far from Iz and she was used to the distance. She regifted Rebel's birthday present but that hardly mattered. It was something one of a kind brought home by Iz's guilty father in Paris. It was still wrapped in the box it had come in. All Isabelle added was the bow. She wasn't interested in her father's attempts to reconnect.She liked the attention, sure but if it meant she had to try to connect with the b*****d, oh Hell no. They got out of the cab and paid the driver.

Isabelle met Andy's grin with one of her own as she turned her head toward him, her eyes softening. Most of the time she couldn't stop herself from smiling whenever he smiled. It was infectious. When he was happy, she wanted to be as well. "I don't think you've ever been 'drunk enough' in your life. She laughed, "Especially when there's a party in your line of sight." She added with a shrug, "I think Rebel is fairly experienced in Party 101...If not, that's never stopped us, has it? Cheap drinks are only awful the first round. After that it's blue skies and smooth sailing." Not exactly true but what did it matter? She was fairly sure Rebel would have a decent selection. She was friends with Alice and Trent, anyway. Those two seemed to know their s**t.

The sound of the party quickly hit her ears as she and Andy continued on their way. These events always had a certain quality to them; a certain mixture of sound that differentiated them from a club, music festival, or public area. The back beat of the music pulsed from the house like sonar. The occasional loud laughter greeted them as well as the loud splash of a pool and scream of an attendee. It was comforting to be in her element.

Isabelle's eyes scanned the other fellow party goers in her vicinity. Her nose scrunched in distaste. There was no creativity in their choices. Short, skin tight dresses, shorts, skirts...It was all so boring. Repetitive. Iz sighed. Sometimes she wished people would, for once, take the time to try something new. Too many people stuck to the tried and true. Now sometimes individuals could make the classic look work for them...But that wasn't often the case.

Iz glanced to her friend as he started to speak, she caught the tail end of his nod and glance and she stopped to look. A girl with dark hair next to a tree, her expression was vivid as she held on to a pine cone. A Smirk crossed Isabelle's face."Well, she's on something that's for ******** sure." She agreed, taking out her phone in the process. She swiped the bottom right hand side of the unlock screen and her cell's camera burst to life. She swiped again and the camera shifted to video. She looked to her friend. "Let's watch from here just in case. We wouldn't want to interrupt her, right? We should document this... I bet you're not the only one to wonder how this sort of thing works." She winked, "I bet the internet is teaming with people just as interested." She heard the woman exclaim "FABBI, TALK TO THIS SQUIRREL." before she started squeaking at it herself. Isabelle looked just behind the girl and noticed someone already filming the scene. The woman didn't seem to care. She was even directing him in what to do. A giggle left Isabelle's lips.

If Isabelle had known the girl, perhaps she would have approached her but as it was Iz was getting bored. And thirsty. She pressed the "stop" button on the video. "You think if we point out the tree's natural charms she'll just go for it? She seems mighty interested in that pine cone..." She yawned, boredom coming in. "This is going nowhere." The two glanced at each other before deciding to head inside.

As she walked up the way, she subtly directed them around the grass, not wanting to risk sinking a heel into the ground. That would either ruin her shoes or cause her to trip over herself. Neither option seemed like a good idea...at least not at this point of the night. Iz was already walking a bit unevenly (even as the alcohol's edge wore off), she didn't need to add damp soil to the mix. This would take a bit longer but it was safer--both for herself and, more importantly, for her shoes.

Iz's mind wandered to the possible guest list. It didn't truly matter to her who was invited versus who wasn't. She had her friends to keep her company if she needed them. She doubted she would need to cling to them, however--in fact, the notion left a bad taste in her mouth. One went to a party in order to meet new people and Iz went to enough of these things to recognize acquaintances and to make new friends. Still, her mind went through the list of possible suspects. I wonder...Probably Ulrich and his crew...Trent and Alice, obviously. Maybe Sampson...I wonder if he has any weed... She hoped Nolan wouldn't be here. She was sober enough to understand that she wouldn't be able to leave the party as easily as earlier that day. She frowned. Apparently she wasn't as far gone and she had hoped. We'll just have to remedy that.

Isabelle pulled out her phone and typed two messages.

To: Grayson
From: Iz
Message: We're here! The party can FINALLY begin!


To: Ryan
From: Iz
Message: Did you end up coming to Rebel's thing?


The messages were sent out just as the two walked through the door. She looked up to notice another girl standing in the corner next to a potted tree. "What the Hell is it with this house and trees?" She commented just as she spotted Rebel approaching the girl. "Rebel!" She exclaimed with a smile, not sure if the girl could even hear her from across the room, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! YOU LOOK FAB!" Well, sort of. She was very pink. The other girl waved a few fingers in their direction and Iz motioned at the gift before setting it down on a side table. Well, she'd find it eventually right?

Iz turned back to Andy, "You as parched as I am?" She asked with a softer smile, meeting his eyes. She grabbed his jacket lapel and marched him over to one of the makeshift bars.

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Caleb


The walk from his car to the location on the invitation was not a very long one. Caleb wondered what this event would be like. Would it be well attended? Well received? As he walked, his eyes were trained on the sanctuary. There was no order in churches like these. Baptist churches were too fractured, too divided. Of course his own church had its issues--but they were working on them, weren't they? Could the same be said for this church? Probably not.

Still, Caleb walked on. He hoped he wouldn't have to walk through fire here--that he wouldn't feel the crush of their misguided beliefs. Protect me, Lord. He was here to learn more about this type of event. This "Lock in". It might serve to be beneficial for the young adult members of his father's church. He was not here to convert to the denomination. Caleb didn't need to believe every word the pastor here preached. He would stay true to his God here.

Caleb went through his memories, trying to remember who he knew who attended this church. He could think of several Prayer Circle members who attended this church...They hadn't seemed too bad, had they? Even current members of the club attended the church. A few choice members were part of the congregation here: Aimee, for example, and her boyfriend, Hunter. He didn't know them as well as he wanted to--in fact, hardly at all. He had perhaps spoken to them from time to time but nothing very substantial. He wanted to learn more. He couldn't fairly, accurately judge the church without knowing the members.

Finally, he reached the location. He heard two voices on the inside but felt his phone vibrate with a message before he opened the door. He shifted his sleeping bag and pillow to his other arm before taking out his phone. It was a response from Thana. He frowned at the message. The rainbow jackpot? His eyes narrowed. What does that mean?

To: Thana
From: Caleb
Message: You know I'd never go there.
Can you imagine the filth, the sin? You're welcome to come
here though. The church is hosting a lock in event.


Caleb honestly couldn't see Thana at this event. If she was it would either be by miracle or practical joke. But this begged more thought. Caleb could invite another to the event as well. When walking into an unknown territory, it was always nice to surround yourself with people you knew.

To: Emilia
From: Caleb
Message: Hey, it's been awhile.
Would you like to come to an event tonight at the Baptist church?
I'd love to see you.


Although Emilia had disappointed him, he was not above talking to her. He didn't make it a habit to burn bridges, he let the bridge rot and corrode instead. That being said, he wasn't opposed to burning bridges when the time arose and if the need was present. If the temptation was too much, he would fling it from himself with all the force and speed of an exceptional baseball pitcher. While Emilia's faults and imperfections disappointed (even, irritated) him, he would still invite her.

Finally, Caleb could stall no longer. He put his phone back into his pocket. Took a breath and entered the room, placing a smile on his face. Two individuals were talking. He recognized one of them for the company she kept. Nanine. He strongly disliked her friend Mila. There was something about the other woman that had once attracted him...He forced his expression to remain neutral and tuned into the girl's conversation with another male. The male was Caleb's height but slighter. Where Caleb had what he thought of healthy weight, the other male's body type was not meant for excess weight.

The conversation the two were having was limping along in an awkward fashion. Caleb only heard the tale end of what the male was saying. "...the start of some romantic comedy. Or...just, you know, clumsiness mixed with an ounce of no self-awareness..." It was obvious he had next to no experience talking with women...Probably people in general. Still, Caleb was never opposed to any sort of innocence.

Nanine responded with her age...stating another one first. It was curious. Still, Caleb couldn't let this continue without making himself known. He walked deeper into the room, adding sound and motions to his movements. He walked up to the two and introduced himself. The male, River was the first to respond. Caleb had an easy smile on his face, even if it was one he forced there. This part came easily to him as the son of a pastor.

"It's very nice to meet you River." He held his hand out to shake the younger man's hand. Nanine seemed to lose her voice but all the same, River introduced her, using a nickname instead. Was this indicative of their relationship or had she simply told him to call her that? "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Nani. May I call you that or would you prefer your full name?" He held his hand out to shake hers as well, manners kicking in. The choice of where to go hadn't seemed like a hard one to make but River still seemed to be struggling with it. Still, with the mention that Nani had a sister, Caleb had to wonder if he knew her. He couldn't remember Nanine's last name...


Nanine's silence was finally broken when she laid to rest River's question of where he should go. Aimee? Aimee is her sister? They seemed nothing alike...The company they seemed to keep, personalities, even their appearances didn't seem to fit. Caleb's head tilted just slightly. Perhaps there was something there... "Your sister is Aimee? She's a friend of mine." It wasn't strictly true but it wasn't necessarily a lie either. They were casual acquaintances if anything but Caleb hoped to develop it into a friendship given time. Nanine probably didn't know that, however. "My father is a senior pastor over at His Redeeming Love and I was president of the Purity Circle club for several years." Of course this wasn't when Aimee attended the group.

Caleb's decision of where to go did not take nearly as long to make as River's seemed to. Of course he would help, even if his invitation had been added as a second thought. He wasn't offended, really. It was in his best interest to help. He could reconnect with Aimee and foster networks with other event organizers. "Sure, I'd love to help." He responded with a smile, "In my experience these types of events require a lot of volunteers. It's a lot of work so I'd be pleased to help you out in any way." Caleb watched as Nani's eyes dropped to the ground. He saw her pull out her phone and answer a message. She seemed to deflate somewhat. Not happy news then...

Caleb shrugged, although his curiosity was piqued. It wasn't in him to ask about it. It was probably a message from one of her friends. He had to stop the sneer coming to his face by forcing himself to look neutral, even thoughtful. "Should we head down?" He asked.

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Rory

The dinner was neither speedy or slow. It was relaxed. When they were finished, Rory was not feeling rushed or anxious. She credited it toward her friend. Eden made things like this easy and for that, Rory was glad. She didn't have to meet conversation guidelines or act as much as she might have if it had been another person. But then...who else would have come here with her when almost everyone was probably at the party? Rory shrugged her shoulders lightly at her own internal question. In no time, the girls were on their way to the liquor store.

As the two girls walked, Rory linked her arm with Eden's. She smiled with the mention of the shared memory. She could imagine it like it was yesterday. Rory had been tiny as a child. Tiny and slow. She remembered being happy that Eden even chose to lead her around. A small bubble of laughter left her lips. "I definitely remember." Rory said with another giggle, her smile widened as she added, "I think tonight proves that you're still tugging me along. If I were by myself I probably would have spent the night with Dali." She laughed. It did seem familiar in that way. Although Eden wasn't physically dragging her to the party, Rory had let herself be persuaded into it. "Thank you for helping me be more adventurous! Step one, the party. Step, well, later?...the world!"

Rory had never been to this side of the liquor store. She was familiar with the casing on the other side of the store--the well stocked soda selection gleamed over at her. She was also familiar with the snack aisles...but this wall was a mystery to her. As Eden teased her, Rory smiled. She may not have been familiar with it but someday she would be. Someday she would know what to get and what it would look like. "I have no doubt about that!" She agreed, "I'm pretty easy I think. I mean...I like most, uhm, drinks." Like soda, juice...That was compariable right? Rory bit the inside of her lip lightly and her cheeks turned a light pink. Probably not... Those small sips of her mother's alcohol proved that much. But, then, wasn't beer supposed to be disgusting until you got the handle on it?

As Eden was paying, Rory bit her lip and shifted, feeling as though she should be helping. Alcohol was expensive wasn't it? On the other hand, the clerk would probably know, like, instantly that Rory wasn't 21 and he would probably ban her from the store. OR call the cops. Do they do that? Or, Heaven forbid, call her mother. Still, Rory offered. When she was shot down, she pulled out her phone to send out a few texts.

The texts were big productions--short things, really. One to Bijoux, River, Ulrich, and her mother. Still, as she and Eden walked, Eden looked over at the screen as she was typing her message to Ulrich. She couldn't help but giggle, "No, no, no there's no boyfriend." Her cheeks went a little red. Sometimes she did wish she had one...But so far she hadn't found anyone who fit the bill. Still, she wasn't about to tell Eden that little fact. It was embarrassing enough that she was 19 and had never been kissed. "I was just asking a few people if they'd be at the party. You know, friends. Like, uhm, River, and my friend Bijoux and Ulrich. I'll have to introduce you to all of them there!" She grinned then turned bright red as Eden continued teasing her about her "Boyfriend". "I proooomise there isn't anyone."



Eden Kida
Almost as soon as they arrived at the party Eden could feel the anxiety radiating from her friend. Maybe if she just acted calm, like it wasn’t a big deal it would help Rory relax?[more stuff] ”Rory, don’t worry about it. If you can’t remember their names it’s not a big deal.” she tried to assure the younger girl. Besides, she was sure everyone would be pretty drunk; hell some of them might not even remember their own names. She smiled gently at the thought; yes this had been a good idea. It would be easier to talk to people here, parties always made it easier.



Eden Kida
Suddenly, Rory was asking if she was meant to be feeling the effects of the alcohol this quickly, glancing down Eden saw that she was pretty much done with her drink already. The blonde couldn’t help but laugh. ”Well yeah, when you drink it that quickly! Crikey Rory!” she giggled and poured her another. ”Drink it slower; you don’t want to peak too soon.” she warned as she glanced around the room.



Trent Mad Hatter
He just wanted an excuse to kiss someone. Walking off, he waved bye to the group before he came across what looked like, no it couldn’t be, Rapunzel? What was she doing here? Yeah he probably texted her but he honestly didn’t think she’d show up, that was definitely a perplexing surprise. Approaching her he pointed over at the girl talking to her, “Hey Rory... who’s the friend?” And with that question out of the way he leaned in, hand behind her head and another on her waist closing the gap as he pressed a small peck followed by something deeper, his tongue touched the timid girl’s attempting to play a sort of tug of war trying to pull her wet muscle into his own mouth. Though after a short minute or so he pulled back to shrug, “You know ever once in a while I gotta kiss a chick, just to make sure.” He snickered before taking a bow. “Enjoy the party ladies~”



Eden Kida
Out of what seemed like nowhere, a familiar face appeared, although it took her a few moments to think of a name. It definitely began with a T. Tyler? No, that didn't seem right...but before the blonde could think much about anything else the brunette had greeted Rory, briefly asked about Eden before suddenly leaning in and kissing her friend. Perfectly sculpted brows rose in surprise as she sipped at her drink. "Well, hello to you too." she laughed, though he was saying something about how he 'just had to check every once in a while.' "Fair enough." she shrugged as he excused himself and disappeared into the throng of people. "Yeah, people here seem reeeal friendly." she smirked over at her friend.


Eden Kida
Turning to Rory she grabbed her friend’s wrist, ignoring her protests as she pulled her onto the dance floor. It was always better when she got into it, as opposed to just standing and watching. This was way more fun, as she felt the bass reverberate throughout her body, her hips swayed as she sipped at her drink, turning to Rory she grinned at the other girl. ”See, isn’t this much more fun than standing over there?!” she insisted. ”So, where’s this boyfriend of yours?” she teased, flashing a toothy grin at her friend. ”No, seriously though. Who do you hang out with aside from River? Is he coming?”


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The introductions were simple enough. River met his handshake firmly. It wasn't as direct as Caleb had been taught but it would due. He didn't expect it to be especially interview ready. The male was still young, after all. After Caleb explained how he knew Nani's sister, the girl offered a compliment. Or what she thought was a compliment. It was felt as a thorn in Caleb's side. Temptation was always around. She attended his church after all. He stopped himself before he began to imagine his ex. He forced a smile. "Thank you. Temptation really is always around. We have to be vigilant in shaking it from us and remaining pure. Even then, it can be difficult. Were either you a part of the club in school?"

Finally, the decision to help out was made and River led the way down the stairs. He heard River's voice just as he reached the bottom stair. Nani was reading a text. She looked up at River and Caleb and apologized. Apparently, Aimee was no longer here. Caleb allowed a small frown to come to his lips. He had been looking forward to solidifying his friendship with Aimee and her boyfriend. They seemed like a good couple to have on your side. He smiled at Nani, "Don't worry about it. Something must have come up. I'd still love to help you."

Caleb heard the siren's voice before he saw her, his back toward the door. At first he thought it was part of his imagination, residual effects from Nani's earlier mention of temptation. His own mind poisoning him, weakening him. Then her scent came over him. Cupcakes. She had always smelled of something sweet. Something enticing. His face tightened. His imagination wasn't that good. He couldn't craft smells, tastes. He turned, composing himself as his blue eyes met hers. Tension ran rampart in the air--high arcs of invisible lightening connecting the two.

His eyes wavered from hers, unable to keep his attention from shifting as he took her in. Her eyes were wide and in spite of the doe-in-headlights look, she had never looked better. She wore pajamas--nothing suggestive other than a pair of pants and a hoodie with a tank top underneath. Her hair looked damp, curling as it dried. It wasn't overtly sexual but then nothing about her had ever been. That was part of her charm. She played the Eve to his Adam.

Caleb had spent the last week avoiding her classroom at the VBS program. It wasn't hard--he just had to avoid the 3-4 year olds. Easy as pie. He had seen glimpses of her on the church campus but it was easy to distract himself. Why she continued to volunteer at a program he ran was beyond him. If the roles had been reversed, he would have quit long ago, fashioning some excuse. Did she truly enjoy working with the children enough to continue volunteer at a program her ex-boyfriend ran? Or was she so depraved that she actually liked the tension?

Noelle Frost. Even her name was pure sin, tainted with temptation. Caleb's jaw set. He wouldn't give into it. Anger flooded into his system, replacing the fascination. He would reach his boiling point before long. Why did she have to be here of all places? Wasn't VBS enough? He heard Nani ask a question but could not concentrate on what she was saying. It was enough to break through and dissipate his hot anger. It cooled, became calculating and cold.

He saw a range of emotions pass over the brunette's face. He stopped a cruel smirk from coming to his lips. He wasn't the only one thrown off. Her frown turned into a forced smile. Her words were plain enough. He checked his response before saying it. Making sure the trace of anger was faint. There was no need to make a scene. "I could say the same for you. My father has always encouraged me to branch out to other church events." To encourage someone was such an open term. His father had encouraged him, sure. But to a degree. He wasn't to convert to them nor turn to them in times of need. They were places to gain ideas. He shrugged, "I also attend another church nearer to my school. It would be impractical to drive here every Sunday." He gave a short laugh, as if it were preposterous for her to assume he never went to other churches. Even though this was mostly the case. Whenever he could go home for the weekend, he did. The church near his school was even run by one of his father's seminary school friends.

Out of the corner of Caleb's eye he saw Nani move closer to River. He needed to shift the attention from the tension between himself and his ex. It was putting too much strain on the conversation. But he couldn't help himself. The brunette was the first to shift her attention. She smiled at the other two, explaining how she and Caleb knew each other. His teeth came sharply together, rage flooding in again. Her next few sentences were barbed. However, Caleb needed to be careful. He looked chagrined and apologetic but waited for the others to state their names. "We've been getting that complaint lately." He stated, ever the politician, "The leadership team is trying to brainstorm ideas to increase interest and fun." They were doing no such thing but what would she know of that. "River, Nani, if you'd like to come some time, we'd love to know what you think." So she had grown a mouth and boldness. It suited her didn't it? He couldn't help but like it.

His ex-girlfriend changed the conversation to something more neutral, even as Caleb simmered in anger. She talked benignly of pizza and snacks of all things. Nani answered to the change of subject, explaining that she had a wheat allergy. The presence of the other two helped Caleb reign in his passionate emotions. He was not one to make a scene if it did not benefit him.

"Is there bowls to put them in to take them up? I’m sure Caleb would love to help you with that.” He saw her wink at Nani as she said this, no doubt trying to alleviate some of the tension. At this point, Caleb doubted that would be possible. "Anything to help Nani." He responded.

He tensed with the woman's next insult, his eyes narrowing. She smiled at River but met Caleb's eyes with a hardness. "Mmm...Genesis 3:16. And though you may desire to control your husband, he will be your master." He said softly. Although they weren't, nor ever would be (Lord willing) married, it still stood. He wore a playful smile of his own, even if all that he felt was disgust. "But all teasing aside, Nani, I'm yours to command."

Nani took control of the four of them rather efficiently. Caleb glanced at the chips and made his way toward the bags, sorting them into the large bowls sitting on the counter.His broad shoulders held the brunt of the tension. He took a deep breath, trying to control his body. Trying to relax. He heard Nani's warning to Noelle and a small smile pulled up on his lips. Perfect. They were rallying around him. He could sense the discomfort that came to Nani after saying what she did and a moment later she complimented the other woman. Caleb rolled his eyes. Now that he wasn't facing anyone, he could have less controlled emotions. He would allow himself that luxury.

He took out his phone, having felt it vibrate earlier. It was a message from Emilia. She would not be able to make it. That was unfortunate.

Another interruption came into the kitchen in the form of a male and a female, calling out to River. Caleb turned around, recognizing the woman at once. He smiled at the blond, "Hello, Ileyona. I didn't know you'd be attending this event." He had heard the additional words the other male had said but chose to ignore them. "I'm Caleb Fields." He added, glancing to the male.

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