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[M u d k i p s z]

After that day, when Alex had confessed he was in love with me things had changed catastrophically. Both in good and bad. I no longer felt anything more than a friend towards Ryan, it was odd but every time he saw me with Alex he'd tease and always make me upset. It seemed his ability to make me angry still hadn't gone away, it seemed like it always had before. Well, besides that fact that Alex and I were like ... a couple now. Ok, it feels odd to say it, but yes. I do finally have a boyfriend now. One thing I loved about Alex was that he never tried to rush anything. Wouldn't you have expected a guy who's gone out with numerous girls to want to rush a relationship with the girl he's loved? Either he was really patient, or maybe he knew I was inexperienced and wasn't going to try and surprise me with anything.

We were still on vacation, but it was coming to a close. Our last few days had been spent in Orlando at Universal, Disney, and Sea World. It had been a long while since I'd actually been to those places, but it was fun to go there once again. Especially with a boyfriend. The whole experience was 'magical' (I know that's the cheesy Disney theme), we hadn't gotten past much more of small kisses and holding hands. I seemed like puppy love, but I liked it this way.

"Hey Cam do you want a ride home?" Alex asked loading my belongings onto the back of Ryan's truck. I had later found out that Ryan had taken a ride home with Tiffany and Vanessa, which left Alex and I alone to take the ride home.

"Sure," I replied cheerfully, I really had been in a rather good mood for the last few days. Helping with the last of the bags I headed to the passenger's side of the truck and hopped in. The chilly weather of New Hampshire was a real contrast to warm Florida weather, so I was back in my white peacoat and jeans. My hair was tied up and I had earmuffs on, but taking a quick look in the rear view mirror, I noticed my rosy cheeks against my pale skin.

The airport was far from home by at least an hour if we weren't caught in traffic. That was what sucked about actually living in a middle of nowhere town like Contoocook, New Hampshire. It was a cute little town owned by the natives, but it was small and barely ever heard of. The whole town was in the midst of a mountain range and had beautiful scenic views year round. The tall pines making the forest ever green. I had to admit, there were a lot of druggies down in our town though. The police never seemed to really do anything about the pot heads.

I looked over to Alex who stared blandly out the windshield, his face was flushed probably from the cold. He looked grim and unhappy for some reason. "Are you ok? You look a little ... off," I tried to not push at it, if he was in a lousy mood I didn't want to make it worse.

Alex peered over quickly. "I'm fine. Thanks for asking," he looked back through the windshield not convincing me all too much. Something wasn't right, and he didn't want to tell me. Slouching in my chair I looked out the window for comfort. We were boyfriend and girlfriend, so why wasn't he giving me any of the information I wanted? There was no reason to keep secrets anymore.


Alex pulled onto the dirt road that lead to my house in the midst of the pine forest. Snow still covered about a foot of the ground making me think back to the warm and welcoming weather in Florida that I was beginning to miss. The truck pulled up to a solitary house which belonged to my family. It was an old house, it looked like a large log cabin built with Linkin Logs. My father had always complained about it being too isolated and how he wanted to move to a place where we actually had real neighbors, but my mother had sassed him and said that we'd be living in the house her father and grandfather built for the rest of her life.

"Thanks," I turned to peck him on the lips but Alex turned his head away. "What do I have cooties or something?" I meant it to sound teasing, but instead I sounded offended. It did kind of hurt that Alex didn't want a kiss from me.

"No, that's not it. I just have a cold, I don't want to give it to you," he reasoned still not looking at me.

I frowned still upset. "Ok, well I hope you feel better soon Alex," I refused to leave without giving a hug. He felt extremely hot, feverish hot. He reacted slowly hugging me tightly back. His cheek brushed mine, it burned making my face flush crazily. "Hey, you're so.. hot. I mean literally, you should lay down and rest when you get home," I said giving him a worried look. He focused his eyes on me and attempted to give me a wolfish grin, but it faded quickly. "Well, be careful," I bet I sounded like his mother worrying so much. But I'd never felt any human so hot in my life.

I opened the door and headed to the back of the truck and grabbed my bag. Alex pulled out of the dirt driveway and left, leaving me in the snow to drag my bags to the door. As I unlocked the mahogany door, I could hear Charlie howling inside obviously excited by my appearance home. The large fluffy cream colored wolf like dog barreled down the stairs from the second floor with Salem following him.

The dog sniffed me sticking his nose in every possible spot he could. Salem wrapped it tail around his feet as he sat down looking up at me expectantly mewing and purring. "Eesh, I'm home ok, ok?" I still wasn't over how sick Alex seemed, but he'd probably go home and rest like I had told him to. I knelt down and Charlie took advantage of it licking my face furiously like I was the child and he was the parent who had been so worried to where as I had been. "Clam down," I hushed petting his head as Salem plopped down on my lap.

I heard another pair of footsteps as my mother bounded down the stairs. She didn't look a whole like me. She had darkly tanned skin, referring to her Cherokee heritage, long dark lashes (that I had managed to get), high cheekbones, and long dark brown locks of hair. She was a tall 5'10", and easily over stepped most guys. My father on the other hand was Irish and I had taken most of my looks from him, the red hair, pale skin, and pale green eyes. I'd gotten my mother's slender frame, long lashes, thick hair, and high cheekbones.

"Cameron! How was Florida?" she asked sounding just as excited as the dog and cat were acting.

I smiled back trying to mask my worry. "Good, I have a boyfriend now," I told her, my mother wasn't the type of woman who would get upset about a boyfriend. She had been trying to get me one for so long that she was one of the main reasons I didn't like dating, because she'd be there to judge who I was going out with.

Her dark green eyes flashed. "Really? Who? Don't tell me it's that Ryan boy," she was never too fond of Ryan. She'd always liked Alex a lot more than Ryan, I never knew why but she didn't look like she was about to tell me.

"No, it's Alex," I replied scratching Charlie behind his left ear.

My mother smiled brilliantly. "Really?" she asked excitedly. I nodded sheepishly in reply, I expected her to ask more questions about him. "Good, I think he suits you much better than any other boy in this town," she stated firmly.

"He has a cold, he was really hot when dropped me off," I murmured, Salem looked up at me a mewed as if sensing my discomfort.

My mother's eyes turned steely. "I hope he'll be ok," she sounded off and distant. I stared for a moment wondering why she seemed to know something that I didn't. "You know Swine Flu is going around still, but Alex is strong. He'll be fine," she finished turned grabbing my bags probably heading to unpack them and throw them in the wash. Her expression said that she meant what she said, but I still wasn't settled about knowing he was sick.



I turned the keys in the ignition of my mother's dark violet 2010 Mercury Milan Hybrid, my truck wouldn't start so my mom had lent me her car. The morning was cold and would take some getting use to again. I rubbed my hands together before pulling out of the driveway and heading down the dirt road to the main road. The school was only about two miles away, about a five minute drive. Everything was either green or white, making New Hampshire seem bland in my eyes. I was hoping that Alex had gotten over his fever and was coming to school today.

The winding road that led to my house went through the deep forest. My mother claimed that we owned those acres of land, but I wasn't all too sure if it was ours or the town's. Pulling out into the barren main road of the town I slowly began my drive to school. There weren't many people on the road, as usual. Most kids took the bus to cut down on road traffic, but I'd always thought of the buses as 'Loser Cruisers' which was the perfectly fitting name that Tiffany had come up with for the buses.

My hopes were high and if Alex were here, hopefully he'd be in much more of a happy and welcoming mood than yesterday. Keeping my slow and turtle steady pace I took a left into the high school's parking lot. It was my first time back after a week and a half and my friends who weren't in band were probably going to be glad to see me back. For some reason I couldn't share their exhilaration though, instead as I parked my mother's car I searched around my Alex's vehicle hoping to find it somewhere in the parking lot. It wasn't here.

Turning the stalling Mercury off I grabbed my backpack and left disappointed. Maybe I'd visit him after school, it just felt unsettling not knowing what was really happening and if he was really ok. He had been so hot yesterday that it wasn't even funny, but his expression hadn't let me in on how he was feeling. He just looked ... tired.


"Hey where you going?" Ryan asked as I jumped back into my mother's car ready to take off to Alex's house. He hadn't been in school today, and Ryan didn't seem to know a thing about it. Which made me feel a bit more unsettled than before, if Ryan didn't know then Alex had to be extremely sick.

"Alex's house, I want to make sure he's ok. He wasn't in school today and yesterday when he dropped me off he was feeling rather warm," I explained quickly revving the engine and slapping the seat belt into its buckle.

Ryan opened the passenger seat door and hopped in. "Then I'm coming with you, I mean he is after all my best friend," the blonde quickly pointed out, it wasn't much of an excuse, but if I were Ryan I'd want to see if my best friend was ok as well. I nodded and headed for the exit of the school parking lot. The snow on the ground was slushy turning up puddles on the sides of the road. Snow plows came by here and there, but all they did was throw slush onto the sides of the road, making a pit of slush on the sidewalks. "So how'd you know he was so warm?" Ryan asked trying to drag the silence away and make everything seem slightly more cheerful. That was usually Alex's job, but saying that he wasn't here, Ryan was probably trying to make up for that.

"He was just really... hot when I touched him. I hope he doesn't have anything serious," I answered murmuring half to myself.

"Wow, it's so strange to hear you sound so worried. It's extremely strange that you have a boyfriend. I can't get used to it, last boyfriend you had, after that you became affectionphobic," the blue eyed boy leaned back into the passenger's seat looking out the window. He said everything as if he could read me like a book, but I guess he could. It felt strange being around him not like liking him anymore, knowing that I had a boyfriend whom I liked very much. It was... odd knowing he was just a friend. But that was how it had always been, right?

"Yeah, well that's because Kevin wanted a hug like ten times a day. I can't stand hugs most of the time, they just feel awkward and invade my personal space. If I don't like like a person it feels icky giving them a hug," I explained.

"Nice choice of words," Ryan teased making me flush red as I stared flustered out the windshield. "So, you like like Alex?" he asked sounding like a young teen girl who wanted to know all the information.

"So what if I do!" I huffed.

Ryan chuckled. "You're so touchy, geez. That's good though, I think that's what Alex needs. Someone who likes him for who he is, he can always be himself around you compared to other girls he's dated," he settled back into his chair as I pulled onto another old rugged path, it was an old train track and led to a few cabins, one including Alex's house. My hear thudded with anticipation as I drove closer and closer to his house. Hopefully he'd be fine sitting on the couch or in his bed relaxing.

Bearing right, I headed down a forked path towards his house. There are a crap load of forests up here in New Hampshire, and if you didn't live in a city, mostly everyone lived in an isolated part of the forest. Pulling in front of the small red cabin I turned the car off and hopped out the car quickly followed by Ryan who seemed to stiffen up under the watchful eyes of Alex's grandfather Jeb.

The small wrinkled man sat on the farmer's porch in his rocking chair, his cane under his hand. His long gray hair was pulled back, silver streams highlighting his hair. Usually he welcomed me with a toothless smile, but instead he looked rather sullen, a long frown. "Good afternoon Jeb, is Alex inside? Ryan and I came to see how he was doing, he wasn't feeling rather well yesterday and wasn't in school today, so we were a little worried..." I trailed off as Jeb stared blankly with his old charcoal eyes.

"You don't want to see him," the old man rasped staring at me with an earnest look, hidden behind his years of wisdom.

"But I do Jeb, I want to see Alex," I prodded trying to get the old native to let me in and see my boyfriend.

Jeb looked from me to Ryan. He took a bony old hand and pointed at Ryan. "He may go, but not you Cameron. I'm sorry, but you must wait until he goes back to school and then you can see him if you still want to," if I still want to? What? Ryan looked bewildered as Jeb had let him go. "You may go in Ryan." I held back a frustrated frown and let Ryan reluctantly look back at me and head inside as I headed back for the car.

Why did Ryan get to go in, but not me? So what, they were best friends, I was his girlfriend and I deserved to see him as well. Jeb stared at me from his perch on the porch, but I wouldn't let myself bat an eye of emotion at him. I couldn't let the old man win a fight that was never truly fair.

A few moments later, Ryan exited a bland look on his face. A grimace accompanied it, making my heart leap from my chest. Was Alex ok? Ryan quickly got into the car and shut the door looking down at his feet without much of a word. "Hey, what happened? Is he ok?" the words rushed from me quickly, I didn't mask myself any longer.

Ryan looked up at me and flashed an reluctant smile. "He's doing ok, he just has a bad fever. He'll be back before you know it," his words sounded persuasive, but his expression said otherwise. His expression said that his grandma had just died and he was really upset about it. But why wouldn't he give anything away? It hurt not knowing.

[M u d k i p s z]

Success is 99 percent failure [ Blood is just red sweat ], A person, who no matter how desperate the situation, gives others hope, is a true leader [ In a mad world, only the mad are sane ] Don't be afraid to make a mistake. But make sure you don't make the same mistake twice [ Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death ] -- ★★

xxxxxxxxxxHattori Yuushi

“Strength is Happiness. Strength is itself victory. In weakness and cowardice there is no happiness. When you wage a struggle, you might win or you might lose. But regardless of the short-term outcome, the very fact of your continuing to struggle is proof of your victory as a human being.”

i am ❝ playing ❞ me ⇐

what's the [ n a m e ] of the game?

Hattori Yuushi

Hattori [服部] - Hattori is a name combination of two words into one. 'Hat' in the beginning of her name stands for 'Chouhatsuteki' or 'Provocative', referring to Hattori personality wise. The 'Tori' part of her name stands for 'bird'. Putting those two words together creates a phrase, or a hidden name.

Yuushi [勇士] - Yuushi is Hattori's last name and isn't quite common. It stands for 'Brave Warrior', which refers to the years her family has devoted to be skilled ninjas, samurai, or assassins.

i'm [ c a l l i n g ] to know the world's true yearning.

Koigokoro [恋ごころ] - Is a common nickname for Hattori when she is in her home village. The name simply stands for 'Love', and not that she's a love stricken teen, but she spreads it easily among people. Her stand up and fight what she believes in attitude is what makes people find her amusing, as well as a woman of controversy. A yellow daisy among red roses.

Shibousha Teisei [死のささやき] - This name is Hattori's common alias. It stands for 'Death's Whisper'. Despite being as kind as she may seem, that doesn't make her less of the warrior she is. Hattori, after all does kill people and has abilities of her own. She may be different, but she isn't the weakling most people may base her on due to her gender.

one is the [ l o n e l i e s t ] number.

scurrilously seventeen. monday april thirteenth.

why do you [ p r e s s ] your knees together?

kokeishi ♀.

home is where the [ h e a r t ] is.

land of the iron. ankokugakure, or the village home to the samurai.

but still, run it [ b a c k ] again.

blood ab-, five foot six inches, and one hundred and twenty pounds

shoot up some [ y o u ] in the you of some song.

looking at the guys

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dig a ❝ little ❞ deeper ⇐

i'm starting with the [ m a n ] in the mirror.

prior time skip . Hattori is a small slender frail looking female. She stands in around 5'1" and has a small hour glass like frame. She looks just about how old she truly is, fourteen. Despite her semi-flat chest she still gives off a feminine appearance with short shoulder length smoky black hair, and icy blue eyes. Her skin is a soft porcelain cream color, living in a cold area she doesn't get to see the sun all too much unless she's out on a mission. But as one of the younger warriors, she doesn't quite venture out of the country too much unless accompanied by an elder samurai. Her smile is mischievous, and she's adorned in a knee high yellow dress. Fishnet stockings act as some insulation, on her hands are elbow high gloves, although they do not cover the fingers, only the palm of her hand and up. After all if it did cover her fingers it would make the hilt of her sword harder to grip. For shoes she usually wear black boots, that match the black stripes on the shoulders of her yellow dress. If it's cold out she'll commonly wear her cream colored cloak which covers her from head to toe. Sometimes you can catch her wearing orange earmuffs, but she prefers an orange head band, which she uses to pull her bangs out of her face. Her katana is usually strapped to her back since it's much to big to fit on her hip.

time skip. From the small little doll Hattori is all grown up. A nice and tall five foot six and she stands over most woman and some men. No longer the flat chested girl she was before, she now has developed a more defined figure. She's not a twig, she has a moderate body size that gives her a more appealing appearance while not being too fat or a bit too skinny. Her hair has grown much longer, coming down to her hips, pulled into two low pony tails by orange scrunchies. Her common attire consists of a yellow polo, which is made of a more flexible material of regular dress shirts. There are three stripes of black on each shoulder, and two thin stripes (black) one on each side of the front of her shirt. She has slender black pants, on each outer side of the upper thigh are two thick yellow rectangles. They're tucked into her common black boots, while she has metal shin protectors to take on most bladed attacks for her without harming one of most vital points of her body. She still wears the same old black gloves, as well as having the same icy eyes and mischievous smile. Her sword has now been transferred to be worn on her hip now that she had grown much more since she was younger

you're so vain, you [ p r o l l y ] think this song is about you.

As a samurai Hattori is trustworthy, even if keeping a secret means death to her. When she makes a promise, she keeps it no matter the different circumstances she comes to. Even threatening her with death will do nothing. The woman believes in a sense of honor and pride, while betraying someone is worthy of death. Being reliable is another thing. If you ask a favor of Hattori, she'll be there. When and doubt you need her she'll be there. She's the kind of person who always appears at the right time to help. She never complains, but always has that humble expression laid over her face. - Hattori seems somewhat cocky at times. She isn't the kind of girl who's cocky and angry, but more so a smart aleck. When she does speak she knows what to say that's pisses people off and yet gives her that small, but smug smile of satisfaction. Some people may classify this as a weapon, but she usually only uses it for her own self amusement. - You could never call her a fair maiden, or a maiden in distress. Because, well, she's just the complete opposite. She has the characteristics that make up the knight in shining amour rather than fair/ maiden in distress. She's always so confident and thinks what she does will go on without fail. And if it doesn't go right she refuses to ever quit and try again. She tries not to doubt herself or others even though it does seem to happen quite often, but once she's pushed down she gets back up. There isn't anything that can keep her on the ground.

Hattori is never down in the dumps. Despite her aloof attitude that doesn't mean she is sullen the least bit. Instead she always seems to be on top of things and hates the way that people can be depressed. You can't really say she has spirit, because she more of a laid back person. But she doesn't look at the pessimistic side and tries to look at the good things that can happen to you. - Hattori is that kind of girl that you can't hate. She's friendly and usually never turns anyone down even if they are completely horrendous. She does have a sense of right and wrong, but for the good guys she tends to always be good natured, and usually nice to others. - Hattori is actually pretty smart, but not 'above average or a genius'. She's necessarily good with math problems and algebra. It was just something she picked up fast and was able to keep up with. Usually she's one to measure things mentally in a battle, some people say she has photographic memory. Although it's just her ability to scan area quickly and pick out certain things. She can in fact devise plans, but she isn't quite as smart as Shikamaru when it comes to being tactical. (Actually she comes up with some of the worse plans, she has to wing it or she can't be thinking when she fights, it has to be instinctual)

Curiosity killed the cat. One day it's probably going to kill Hattori too, you might find it cute at first but her curiosity is actually really bad. She tends to butt into things headfirst because she's wondering what's happening. Which is probably why she has to be clever or she'd be dead by now. She can be nosy at times, and always like to be head on with information, sometimes that can be a good thing, but most of the time she somehow screws up. - If you're ever down in the dumps or feel like crap, maybe some of Hattori's sarcasm will bring you back. She tends to take people's words and make them sound dumb. Being blunt with sarcasm is another thing. She doesn't be mean to people with it, more so mocks people's lack of common sense. Like, the question 'What is a house fire?' Most of the time sarcasm is more of a habit towards her, she'll say it and not even realize that she is.

history, little [ m i s s ] didn't do right.

It was a chilly April morning in the Land of Iron. It was usually always cold there. Roosting up in the mountains, ninja usually didn't step one foot onto their land. It was commonly because the Samurai had earned a bad reputation with ninja. Even though the ninja hidden villages outnumber the Samurai village one to many, they still kept their distance. Even though Samurai were bound by the code that did not mean they would allow ninja to step freely onto their snowy soil. It was a Monday, the thirteenth and on that day a female was born into the Yuushi family. A family of notorious warriors. In the Samurai world they were one of the most renown clans around. The ninjas had their 'Uchiha' and 'Hyuuga' clans, while the Samurai had a few Clan of their own. Although in the Samurai system, they weren't called Clans, but Covens. None of the Samurai Covens had Kekkei Genkai. That special characteristic was only gifted to ninjas.

When this girl was born, she was destined to live the life of a Samurai. Whether or not she wanted to, she had been born into a family where failure was not an option. If you failed, try, try, again. Success is 99 percent failure. She was named Hattori or Provacative Bird. She wasn't like her older siblings, who were quiet and sullen. Who listened without a second thought. She was something different, a being that obviously wouldn't fit in among a village of strict rules and polices. It took Hattori a while to grasp the concept of the Samurai code. All samurai were bound by it, unless they were rogues. But even then, most rogues were still bound by code. At first Hattori acted much more like a ninja rather than a Samurai. She loved jumping around, running, and using little weapons she could fling. She loved being fast. There was nothing bad about being too fast. The Samurai code was quite simple to say, but not to follow : Bravery / Courage
Benevolence
Respect
Honesty
Honor
Loyalty
Wisdom

Those seven things make up the code, and as easy as they may seem, they're not too easy to counter against. Benevolence had to be one of the hardest things for Hattori. Having to be merciful, when you were bred to kill. If you think about it loyalty and benevolence kind of counteracted. If you were loyal to your people you would kill who you needed to, children, woman, men, old people. It didn't matter, but then came in benevolence, how did that fit in? If you were suppose to be forgiving how could you be loyal as well? That question had plagued Hattori many times as she grew. When she trained in the dojo with her wooden sword and she faced her older sibling and lost her father would have her brother tap her ankles with a bamboo sword for two hours so when she tried to walk extricating pain would course through her making it almost impossible to walk. But when she defeated her brother eventually she wasn't allowed to cut him down and torture him, instead her father had told her to offer him a hand up and walk away forgiving him.

It was a confusing stage in her life when she was still trying to grasp the concept of the code. Part of the code was mainly just trying to turn you into a good willed person, but another part was also trying to make you the best warrior you could be. Respectful, honorable, but at the same time merciful and usually was suppose to be a good sport. At least that was how Hattori saw it. At the age of ten she was given her real sword. Every Samurai's sword has a name, usually the name is given by the user of it. But under special circumstances, when a katana is handed down from one family member to another, it may already have a name. Hattori was given her grandfather's sword, Tenteishinten or God's Extension. Not being able to name her old sword had been slightly disappointing until she'd seen Tenteishinten. It was a beautiful katana. The sword had a black hilt, a golden design laced into the diamond pattern of the handle. The snub of the hilt was gold as well, the Coven's sign of a two tailed winged wolf was carved into the golden snub. The ring at the base of the hilt was golden as well, more of a sharp and pointed star or diamond like shape. It was similar to a four pointed shuriken, but it stayed at the base of the sword's hilt, in kanji on each point written the people who had wielded the sword. Her name had recently been written in in kanji on another point, her grandfather's the only other name on the sword. The blade is regular custom silver, but the color hasn't rusted or faded, and is still as sharp as from when her grandfather last used it. The sheathe was black, in golden kanji print was the name of the katana written onto it.

As Hattori grew she developed abilities and techniques of her own. She'd killed many people and by the age of seventeen she was one of the few above average Samurai. She was widely known in her village and was mainly a friendly face and character despite her reputation among enemies. One night upon returning to her room she found a small box on her bed. It was dark and looked like it was made purely of some solid metal. Not a lot of things in the Land of Iron were solid metal, it was uncommon due to the fact that metal was usually used for necessities. Like sword blades, nails, etc. It seemed ominous, and being as curious as she is she opened the box. And that's when it happened. Everything spilled out.

went and ruined [ a l l ] the true plans.

Like ninja Hattori is able to walk on water, up the sides of walls, etc. But the truth is that Hattori is actually afraid of drowning. It's one of the only things she truly fears is drowning. She can't swim, which is one of the reasons why she learned how to channel chakra through her feet. Put her anywhere near a large body of water and she'll start hyperventilating, she can't fight over water which can be a huge disadvantage.

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nine people's ❝ favourite ❞ thing ⇐

everything's coming up [ r o s e s ] for me and for you.

❤ Stuffed Animals//Pyon-Pyon//Animals
❤ Dogs//Naoki
❤ Dancing
❤ Exploring//Adventures
❤ The Great Outdoors
❤ Stars//Nighttime
❤ Flowers//Lilacs//Roses;; Specifically Red ones
❤ Sweets
❤ Pianos//Guitars//Music
❤ Bad Jokes//Cheesy Pick-Up Lines
❤ Singing//Dancing
❤ Drawing
❤ Poetry
❤ Fast Things
❤ Thrills//Anything Crazy//Adrenalin Rushes//Suprises
❤ Quirky Things//Morbid Things
❤ Rain//Thunder//Storms
❤ Beaches
❤ Sunrises And Sunsets
❤ Strawberries
❤ My Friends
❤ Flaws
❤ Candy (and yes she does take it from strangers. as long as it's candy)
❤ Manga
❤ Fighting

it was big and [ ugly ] and i don't think it liked me.

☂ Being Told What To Do
☂ Spicy Food
☂ Dull Colors
☂ Boring People
☂ People Who Can't Think For Themselves
☂ Perfection
☂ Gawking Boys//Girls
☂ People Who Walk Around With An Undeserved Power,
and An Undeserved Sense Of Accomplishment.
☂ Prissy People
☂ Attention Whores
☂ People Who Fish For Compliments
☂ Pity Parties//People Who Complain FAR Too Much
☂ Obessing Over Things That Will Never Help You In Life
(.. although we all tend to do it.)
☂ Homophobic People//Racists//Sexists
☂ Having To Sit Still For Too Long
☂ People Who Are Humorless
☂ People Who Take Advantage Of Their Powers
☂ Over Used Words and Phrases {Oh My God; Like; Epic; Random; } Broaden Your Vocabulary Children!

we've all got our junk, and my junk is you

........☆xxP i k a☆........

[M u d k i p s z]

It's been two weeks and no sign or even wiff of Alex. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing. It stung me in the a** like a bee that he hadn't been considerate enough to at least let me know he was ok. Ryan had become more secluded, he zoned out much more than he usually did. When I asked what was wrong, his expression cleared and he usually gave me the same disappointed smile. He knew something I didn't, but he wasn't giving anything away. At all. I'd wondered why, but nothing had come to mind. Alex couldn't be that sick or Jeb definitely would have let me see him.

I stalked into school expecting another lonely and waste of time and space of my life. Without Ryan keeping me updated, no calls from Alex, or anyone really doing anything to make me feel better, it was hard to feel cheerful. Tiffany had tried many times to cheer me up, but when she tried, usually something she said made me more depressed. "Cameron! Come here, NOW!" it was Tiffany, I was expecting some sad excuse to cheer me up as she grabbed my wrist and began dragging me down the halls. Maybe it was a poster that said 'Feel happy Cameron' or something along the lines of that.

"What? If it's about home work there wasn't any in math last night, ok?" I mumbled sourly, my attitude as sour as my voice. As she dragged me closer and closer to my locker, I was expecting some kind of prank she had pulled on me trying to make me laugh or show some other emotion than sadness.

"No, no shut up!" Tiffany dragged me further and then suddenly stopped. "LOOK!" she demanded of me pointing at my locker.

"What do you mean look, it's just my lock-" I drawled off as I saw a familiar figure and my eyes lit up instantly. "Alex?!" I felt as high as a bird, he was back! My brain seemed to suddenly erase all of the time that I had been waiting for him to come back, and the only thing that seemed to really matter that I was here and he was there.

Alex looked over, he didn't have that lousy expression on his face, but when he saw me his eyes didn't quite light up as much as I thought they would have. He gave that same lopsided smile that Ryan had been giving, a 'I'm trying to look ok when I'm not' smile. I hated those, they were the main reason that I had been moping around like a wet dog. "Alex you're back," I murmured drawing closer hoping for a nice big bear hug from him.


Alex's Point of View
Cameron stared at me with wide eyes, her sea foam green eyes were no longer dull like they had been when Tiffany first brought her over. They lit up like Christmas lights as soon as she saw me. Did I really mean that much to her? She inched ever closer, but not too close as if she sensed something different about me. Did she? Tiffany watched from the other side of the hall, her dark eyes transfixed on me, expecting me to openly accept Cameron. I looked down at my feet hoping to escape Cameron's eyes. If I looked back up at her, I wouldn't be able to resist her, my tolerance and any form of self control seemed to have vanished recently.

"We can't," I told her and Cameron stopped. I saw her blue and black DCs stop on the tiled floor, she was probably confused as to why I said that.

"What?" she paused momentarily, probably thinking. "This has something to do with Ryan doesn't it?" that was a slap in the face, as much as it was a question Ryan and I... Well, we wouldn't be good friends anymore. It was just... impossible. Just as me being around Cameron without being what I was.

"No, I-" my lips were sealed and I couldn't say anything. With Tiffany's watchful eye over me, one slip up and I was screwed. It wasn't like I could say anything, every time I tried my throat would restrain the words I've wanted to shout for a while now.

"I've missed you," Cameron's tough skater girl self just crashed and the sad little girl came out in a small sobbing whisper. I couldn't help but look up at her, her light eyes doused in pain and her eye brows knitted together in confusion. It was like a stab at my heart, seeing her so upset. If anyone had ever done this to her I would have hunted them down and made them apologize, but it came to my realization that it had been me who had done this. I was so horrible.

Cameron didn't hold back anymore, instead she came over and hugged me tightly pressing her face into the chest of my shirt. She quivered slightly like a scared puppy who had just been taken out of the pound and given to a new family. She seemed really shaken up, and it was all because I hadn't been around her for two weeks. I didn't realize that she cared so much, for most of the time I had known her she'd always been looking at Ryan, but as soon as I told her that I liked her she'd changed and become a lot more attached to me.

Reflexively I wrapped my arms around her hugging her back, but Tiffany's glare pierced me still. I wanted to, I really want to be around Cameron, but it just couldn't happen anymore. "Alex?" Ryan's voice startled me as I brushed Cameron off of me, but she was so small and light that my small brush pushed her off of me and down onto the ground a foot or two away from me.

Ryan stared exasperated, Cameron's face said the same as his. They both couldn't believe what I had done. My head burned, I had to leave, get away from them. "Alex!" Ryan hissed rushing over to Cameron who still hadn't changed expressions a dumbfounded look still plastered on her face as she drew her hand back up and look at her palm where the waxed tiles had peeled some of the skin off, leaving a fresh stinging wound. Ryan stiffened up slightly casting a dark glare over at me as I still couldn't believe what I had just done.

Not only had I hurt her emotionally, now physically too. She was too frail, much too frail. One slip up and I could easily kill her. Tiffany's expression had changed as well, she stared at me as darkly as Ryan had. "Alex that was too far," she growled, I waited for her to do something like bang me up against the lockers and give me a concussion, but instead she headed over to Cameron who shakily got up and stumbled down the halls without another word. I expected something along the lines of 'Alex, why?' and her to run down the halls like in most books and movies, but instead she acted as if she'd been hit in the head with a football and was walking around dazedly.

I was an idiot and that was never going to change. As smart as most people found me to be, I never did the right thing. If only I had known earlier, and maybe I could have avoided this whole problem.

Back to Cameron

Drums sticks in hand I tapped on the bleachers at gym. It would take my mind off of the whole 'thing' that had happened today. For some reason I found myself numb and confused, but something inside of me screamed telling me to take it out of someone else. Ms.Quantmeyer was still taking attendance, so I had a few minutes before I could go ape s**t on someone. "Hey Cam, you look... blank," it was Matt, or as I sometimes called him Marshmallow.

"Don't I always?" my tone was dull as I felt, I'd gone to the nurse to get my hand wrapped up. It stung here and there, but I could deal with the pain at least it let me know that everything that had just happened was real.

Matt blinked. "Wow, what's up your a**?" he didn't know how pissy I was at the moment. I might as well use PMSing as an excuse to be so upset.

"My snare drum," I answered simply as Ms.Quantmeyer went over my number and passed by continuing on.

"Hess, drum sticks away," the lady gym teacher instructed as I set them down on the bleachers obediently.

"Yes ma'am," I wasn't going to get on the teacher's bad side, maybe just Matt's.

Ms.Quantmeyer turned waiting for the class to quiet down. As we gathered around her she began to speak, "Today we're playing Scatter," there was a momentary pause as everyone whispered beneath their breaths. 'Scatter' was another name for dodge ball, which meant I could take my anger out on people without seeming like a b***h. I couldn't help but feel a cocky grin crawl over my face, despite my horrible mood I would be pegging the crap out of all the show offs making them seem like losers. That was why I loved Scatter.

"McKenzie, Macaque, Barbarossa, Hess, Arizona, Bishop, Sullivan, Beechwood, Bacaree, and Perfeto team one. Everyone else is on the other side," Ms.Quantmeyer addressed as we divided ourselves up. I counted up the other players.

"Hey that leaves us down by three," I stated aloud. We had good players which was Arizona (not his real name, he transferred to New Hampshire from Arizona in Freshman year), Bacaree, Perfeto, and me if I wanted to be. Most of the time I tried to catch the ball to get people out, but when I wanted to peg Matt or Arizona I would. The opposite team had Jacobson, Carrey, Bruckshaw, Mckendle, Gail, and Baleef (Matt) as good players which totally left us outnumbered.

"Your goalie skills are gonna come in handy now Hess," CJ pointed out (he was otherwise known as Arizona) he gave me a pat on the back as if trying to make me get prepared. I felt prepared, but at the same time I didn't. Knowing that I could take people out felt good and I was ready for the challenge. Maybe I'd forget about Alex completly.

Ms.Quantmeyer tossed a few dodge balls onto our side of the gym. Arizona, Steven(Perfeto), and the other Steven(Bacaree) managed to get the balls. I considered taking Arizona down and stealing his ball, but we were both on the same team so that wasn't much of an option.

As Quantmeyer blew her whistle the balls flew and I managed to duck down to dodge a blow to my head. I looked up at Matt on the other side of the gym who had a red dodge ball looking at me as if he was aiming to throw it at me. Arizona had moved up his messy mop like spiky blonde hair covering part of his eyes. I actually usually hid behind him, but he'd moved out of my way, otherwise leaving me open. Matt threw the ball and I waited for it to hit me, it smacked hard into my stomach and reflexively I wrapped my arms around it to hold onto like in soccer. It hurt, just like all my ******** emotions.

I opened my eyes and grinned. "YOU'RE OUT BALEEF!" I hollered over the screeches and giggles in the gym. Matt stared and headed to the sidelines as I pegged the ball Gail, but as stupid as Arizona was he veered into the way of the ball at the last moment. It smacked him in the back of the head sending him sprawling to the floor. The other team took advantage and horded him with balls. I stepped over him, "Um are you ok?"

CJ flopped over. "I hate you that hurt," he moped getting up and heading for the sidelines.

Overall gym wasn't a pushover, and it had made me forget about Alex momentarily. I had been the last player on my team who hadn't been pegged out, I had managed to catch a few of the flying balls that people were trying to hit me with, to get them out, but eventually I left myself open and got hit. Making our team lose.

Brushing a strand of my loose hair I let out a deep sigh that I had been holding in. I'd been pegged in the side of my thigh, and despite most of my thigh being muscle, the fatty part of it was definitely going to bruise. Stupid Gail. I swear, people think that guys won't hit you with a dodgeball because you're a girl, but trust me that's not the case. When they get the chance to hit the most popular and screamy girls, they will. I was an exception, being the last person the team and catching most of the balls thrown, I was a somewhat of a threat.

Matt strolled up to me as I wished I had a water bottle to douse myself with. "Hey so how are you and Alex doing?" I almost ******** slapped him across the face. I shot him a glare so sharp that he flinched. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he followed me as I looked down at my bandaged hand that throbbed everytime I thought about Alex. He hadn't meant to hurt me, I know that. It was all and accident. What his problem was? I wasn't sure. He was just acting so strange, first the hair cut and then him... him being so far away like he didn't want to be around me anymore.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled sourly, I definitely didn't want to talk about it. Taking a deep breath I passed by Jamie a small frail looking doll like girl, she had ice blue eyes and light long blonde hair and a pale complexion lighter than mine.

"You ok Cam?" she was one of the other Senior Varsity Soccer players, and the team's other Captain.

I flashed a smile. "Yeah, cheeky," I didn't mean to be so harsh to Jamie, she'd been a good friend from sixth grade to now. I mean, we weren't best friends, but we were at least more than aqquaintances joking around when given the chance. I grabbed my drum sticks from the bleachers and headed up for the ladies locker room.

Jamie followed behind me, I could hear her step softly and almost silently behind me. "Your hand, how'd you do that?" she asked trying not to be too nosy and prodding at it. My hand throbbed at the mention of it, I drew it up to my chest and looked down.

"I fell," it was a half a lie and Jamie came up along side me looking at me with her icy eyes as if reading my mind.

"I don't believe you," she replied giving me one of those three year old pouts. "Someone did this to you, tell me and I'll beat them up for you if you haven't already. I mean you seemed pissed during gym, you were pegging the heads of people," I loved the way had Jamie was always good natured, and how she'd claim she would beat up people despite looking frailer than me.

I couldn't help but laugh, my mood lightening slightly. "It's nothing to worry about, I'm just a little weary," I answered telling the exact truth, besides leaving out the major factors that played in my injuries. "Boyfriend problems," I sighed and then automatically realized I had said the wrong thing. I zipped my lips.

Jamie blinked startled and stopped dead in her tracks. "Alex did that?" she hissed beneath her breath. "I didn't think he was that aggressive. Are you ok? Did he do anything else?" the questions flooded in.

"No, NO! I'm fine, it was an accident! I mean, he didn't mean to. I was hugging him and he accidently pushed me off. He just got over being sick so he's been very touchy and quiet," I wasn't sure if that was true, I wasn't sure if it was the illness that he had gotten that made him so... different in contrast. I didn't want Jamie to worry, she wouldn't spread the word but she would stick her nose in far enough that Alex might hurt her too. He was just... so emotional lately that I was confused beyond belief.

Jamie eyed me. "I believe you," I held in a sigh of relief. "BUT, if anything goes too far come back to me and I'll settle things with you and Alex. I don't care how emotional or touchy he is, he can't go pushing you around or hurting your feelings," Jamie brushed by me and headed up the stairs to the locker room. Hurting my feelings? What? I hadn't mentioned anything about that, how would she know?... Well, I guess it could have been the fact of my shifting moods that made her suspect that, and she was right... I just hoped that she wouldn't get too into the facts of what's happening. None of this really was her business anyways.


Getting back into my truck, the day was over and disappointing. I'd seen Alex, but he'd been muttering things that I couldn't understand. He hadn't appeared in any of my classes, not band, or any of the academic honors classes we had together. Maybe he just needed some time to get over his fever and get used to being back in school after those two weeks of being stuck at home. I turned the engine on and turned up the volume on my cd player. 'Dance with the Devil' by Breaking Benjamin was on making me sigh slightly. It was such a fitting song for tonight, besides the whole 'Devil' thing, I mean I don't know where the Devil part fit it, but it seemed like it was there but hiding.

There was a tap on my window and I half hoped and expected it to be Alex. Instead Tiffany stood outside my window her dark brown eyes looking as cold as usual. I rolled down the window and peered over at her. "What's up?" I asked trying not to freak out in front of her and start crying or whining. She'd been right there when the whole 'thing' had happened.

"Hey are you ok? You seem a little upset," she stated leaning in through the window. If she hadn't been there when our little confusing dispute had happened, I would have told Tiffany I was fine. But she had been there.

"Oh I'm just great. My boyfriend and good friend only just rejected me," I pointed out sharply. She had seen him before me today, so why couldn't she have warned me before I approached him?

Tiffany didn't flinch. She then dropped her voice, "Maybe you should just give it time, forget about Alex and start new."

I blinked. Was she telling me to ditch Alex completely? "What?" she was my best friend, but that didn't mean that I liked all of her ideas. "I'm not breaking up with Alex!" my voice rose hysterically. Taking in a sharp painful breath I cast a sharp glance at my friend. "Understand this, I'm going to figure out what the problem is and then I'll make things work. Ok Tiffany? I'm not giving up that easily," I told her before putting my truck in reverse and leaving. First Jamie and now Tiffany!

The two were worlds apart. Jamie a cute, pretty, frail looking senior while Tiffany was the opposite. She was small, but she was tough as nails and could stand just about anything. But both of them were telling me to leave Alex, which wasn't an option to be. What I needed at the moment was just a breath of fresh air. I felt so stiffled in my truck despite having the windows down.

[M u d k i p s z]

and thats what you get for f a l l i n g again ;;

>> you can never get her out of your h e a d.

[それでも私の心
Still my heart
破りましたバラバラに
Is Teared apart
して流れている
And is flowing out
思い出
Memories
あのなるくっつけた
That are sticked
がにパッチを当てる開口
Into the patched aperture ]

and thats what you get for falling again++

The day seemed blander than bland. Especially in the human world. As Squadron Ten Captain Kotori's partial duties were to work and exorcise hollows in the human world. Unlike the other squads that was one of her main duties, she had never really realized how responsible you had to be to be a captain. The 10th Division is in charge of planning, coordinating, and executing large missions. Everything is run through their division first, and if approved, the 10th Division gathers the required shinigami from each division, assembles them, assigns duties, plans the attack, coordinate the shinigami according to the mission, execute the attack, and then keep maintenance over it. That includes sending out more reinforcements and information regarding the mission. Which meant most commonly they were sent in first and took charge of hollows in the human world when there was suspicious behavior. Which lead to her being in Tokyo. The Captain bore a small sleeveless hakama and kisode. Around her waste a deep cranberry obi was fastened. The golden string towards the center of the obi had a lavender colored feather tethered to the golden trim. Despite the sleeveless-ness of her outfit she did have on somewhat of sleeves, although they did not attach to the kisode. Kotori herself had long black hair and deep crimson eyes, she wasn't wearing her haori, instead you could see the dark cranberry ribbon across her chest, a silver hell's butterfly fastening the ribbon to her, on her back was her Zanpaktou.

Despite being a frightfully small 5 foot even, Kotori patrolled the busy streets of the chaotic city. Flicking open her soul phone Kotori stared it, there were no signs of hollow nearby at the moment, nor could she sense any other shinigami around. For a moment the small taicho wished for a gigai and maybe she could have gone to get a drink of sake (little does she know that you have to be 21 or older to drink). Perched upon a balcony on a building she stared down at the city. The people around here were always busy, whether it'd be calling their 'taxi's or 'cab's that spat out horrible fumes, or it would be them heading for the subways or walking on the streets. There were just so many people and it was such an odd place that Kotori couldn't help but wonder what lie out there that Shinigami didn't bother to find out. The only ones with real technology in the Sereitei would have to be Squadron Twelve. They had the computers and machines, but then again they were the science squad, always setting out to figure out the questions that had brought Kotori here today.

How had there still been hollows attacking? That question had been somewhat answered. Three years ago it had been discovered that the Hougyoku was still out there, and that was why these 'hollow-like' arrancar kept appearing. But the real question was, when would the Espada turn up? There hadn't been much sighting of any arrancar with zanpaktous, which made the question of are there any more true arrancar? Kotori knew the answer to that. They were waiting, she assumed, for the right moment to attack. For some reason, their attack seemed like it was going to draw towards them soon. Nine years ago, that was when Kotori's Captain and Lieutenant had disappeared. Toushirou-Taicho and Rangiku-Fukutaicho, were just about the only reason Kotori hadn't gotten bored of the Sereitei. When they had been involved in the attack of Espada, Kotori had been left behind in the Sereitei to watch over the squad. It wasn't until they hadn't returned that the bad news had spread of their deaths (more so disappearances, but many call it a unproclaimed death) that she had been seated as the new taicho of the squad being the third seater. In her well over 700 years of her life she had never felt so sad to know that she wouldn't be seeing someone anymore. She had always looked forward to her old taicho's grumpiness and her fukutaicho teasing him, only making Toushirou more upset.

Kotori was practically another child captain despite her age. She was small and frail looking, giving off an overall age fifteen or sixteen vibe, even though she acted much more responsible. 'Maybe I should take a look around, after all I shouldn't be caught sitting around,' she reminded herself quickly as she hopped down from her perch on the 5 story building, landing neatly and soundlessly in a crouch on the ground. But how would she explore it without taking years? This place was so big and she was so small. The female paused sorting through the many people's reitsu searching for a higher and possible more suspicious one. 'Found you,' she thought numbly as she headed for a local bar. Lucky her, being invisible to the normal human eye she was able to slip in unnoticed as woman angrily stalked around and spat at each other. What were they fighting about? Kotori blinked as her eyes set sight on the man they were fighting in front of, Kotori herself could feel that this was the man she had sorted out among the other souls in the area. 'Which means he should easily be able to see me,' Kotori concluded.

Stepping around the nagging woman who fought over the blonde man Kotori stared blankly at the man. She never quite found charming guys too 'charming'. She hated being touched by other people, especially guys, and she could tell that this man was obviously a 'player'. "I have some questions I would like to ask you," Kotori said blandly.

[M u d k i p s z]

I had headed home my stomach bothering me. I had had time to think about the past occurrences. Maybe I tried to rush things too quickly after Alex had gotten over being sick? Or was it much more than that? I rubbed my forehead furiously staring at the screen of my laptop. I had a five paragraph essay due tomorrow, but I couldn't think with all the drama encasing my life at the moment. It was for Science, and it counted for quite a bit of my grade. But even that threat against my A average still hadn't gotten me thinking. I laid back against my the pillow on my bed. My stomach wrenched making me cringe. Was I hungry? No, it was that 'I just got punched in the stomach' cramps when you have your period. Funny thing was that it wasn't that time of the month. I closed my eyes momentarily hoping to calm my cramps. My mind couldn't help but torture me with reruns of what happened this morning, either it was another way of saying how much I missed him or my brain found it otherwise funny to make me frown and have the sinking feeling get worse in my stomach. What I really needed was sleep, but with the way my mind kept edging me to try and attempt to call Alex I couldn't resist. I picked up my phone and nonchalantly dialed his number. The phone rang three times before picking up. "Hello this is Alex..." my heart nearly leaped from my chest, he had picked up!"Alex! Hello? It's Cameron," I babbled waiting for his startled and rushed answer. Instead, "...and Jeb's house, leave a message and we'll get back to you," it was the answering machine. The phone beeped signifying that I was now on the answering machine. Something in my stomach doubted that Alex would even get to hear it.  Jeb would probably delete it before then if he wasn't already hovering over the answering machine waiting to delete it. I took another approach, "Hey Alex, it's Tiffany and I was wondering what your--" I heard someone pick up the phone on the other line. "Tiffany?" it wasn't Alex's or Jeb's voice. Who was it? "Are you there?" my mind numbed over, it didn't sound like anyone I knew. "Who's this? Where's Alex I need to talk to him," I stammered hoping that this person wouldn't be able to tell that I wasn't Tiffany. That factor kept me connected with Alex's house phone.The other line was silent for a moment. "It's me Daniel, you know part of the pack? Alex is, um, a little upset with himself about his human girlfriend and I don't think he'd want to talk," 'Daniel' informed me still thinking I was apparently Tiffany. As soon as Daniel started talking my mind was thrown into chaos. Pack? Was that some kind of new club that Alex and Tiffany were apart of? And why'd he call me 'human girlfriend' I had a name you know! "Yeah, I know I was there when he made a scene. That's why I want to talk to him," I paused trying to think about what Tiffany had said when I had fallen. I looked down at my bandaged hand that ached as I thought about it. "He went a bit too far."Daniel waited a moment before speaking. "How far?" he asked clueless as I felt my patience withering away. "Just let me talk to Alex!" I snapped angrily, I was surprised this guy still hadn't figured out that I wasn't Tiffany. "Eesh! Same as always Tiffany, fine," I heard Daniel set the phone down for a moment and call Alex's name a few times before picking up the phone again. "He doesn't want to talk," Daniel stated matter of factly. I quickly thought of something Tiffany would say if she was turned down. "Let me talk to him or when I see you again I'll ******** break your arm. It's important as well as none of your business," I growled, that impersonation was perfect."Tiffany, I don't care. I'd rather you break my arm than having Alex kill me for giving him the phone. He's not in a good mood, especially after what Ryan told him about his girlfriend," Daniel went into defensive mode. Running a hand through my hair I realized that I had lost. I looked at my laptop and then up to the ceiling, this Daniel kid was pissing me off beyond belief. "What did Ryan say?" I prodded, Tiffany had never really like Ryan. She'd always thought of him as stupid, a good looking moron, and other names she could muster up when she was near him. "Ask him yourself," and then Daniel hung up. Flustered I threw my phone down on my bed hard and turned screaming into my pillow. Stupid, stupid, Daniel! Why couldn't you just man up and let me talk to Alex? I thought bitterly keeping my hot face in my pillow. I had such a strange dream. It felt almost real, I was running, and running. It was the middle of winter, a foot of snow blanketing the ground and even then I felt warm and cozy. The snow was seeping onto my bare feet, but it felt good, it cooled down my already hot skin. I had been running through the forest behind my house watching as deer leaped by and moose slowly tracked by looking at me and running before I had much of a chance to even move. When I looked up into the night sky I could see the large round moon full. I felt my eyes widen at it's hidden beauty and just looking at it made my throat itch to throw my head back and call out for someone. It was just so alluring... My stomach growled and I looked around. What was I hoping for, a pretzel patch or something? It was the middle of goddamn winter. A musky meaty smell hovered into my nose. It smelled raw and had the metallic rusty scent of blood to it. Peering to the side I noticed a doe limping along, it appeared as if it had been injured somewhere along the lines and now was finally geeling the pain in its leg. I feld my hind quarters bunch and then I sprung. What the [********]? It was like a completely out of body experience, I saw everything that was going on, felt it, but I wasn't moving my own limbs. An inhuman snarl ripped from my throat, mentally I gasped surprised at the noise I had just made. My teeth sank into the doe tearing it to shreds with such a simple movement that the deer, as I feasted on the creature I saw a flicker and something shuffled behind me. My ears pricked and I lashed around baring teeth at an enormously large wolf stood in front of me. It had a dark molted pelt, the colors flickered between a dark smoky black patched with flecks of gray. Dark black eyes that reminded me of Tiffany's soulless eyes leered at me. As large as the wolf was it seemed just around my size. In this crazy dream I was assuming that I had taken some form of a wolf as well, but who had ever heard of a wolf as large as a Clydesdale horse? The wolf bared white knife sharp teeth at me, warning me. There was a low meanacing growl and for a moment I could have sworn it sounded similar to 'Who are you?' Flattening my ears on the back of my head I hoped to escape from the other wolf and take myself somewhere else. But the black and gray wolf wasn't sastified and obviously didn't like me already. It lunged at me with such great speed that I was surprised my eyes even managed to catch it. The wolf snapped down onto my pelted sholder sending a searing almost real pain through my body as if pinned me down. I rolled around my blood as well as the doe's blood splattering all over the white snow, tainting it. I kicked my hind legs up scratching the underbelly of the wolf on top of me. The black wolf howled in agony and released me from its grip. Baring its teeth again, I wasn't going to bother with its challenge. I was already drenched with blood, the stomach of the other wolf was matting with blood and it seemed as if the wolf was hoping I would run off at well. I turned and bolted as the black gray wolf raised a head and howled into the air. Was it calling for backup? The trees moved by like blurs as I tried to put as much distance between me and the other wolf despite the sharp pain in my shoulder. My chest heaved as I slumped down against a tree feeling wasted and in pain. I looked back at the trail of blood I had left for the other wolf to find me. I licked my shoulder hoping to stop the flow of blood, instead I got a salty mouth full of a mix of my blood and the doe's. And then I woke up. But instead of being in the welcoming, warm, indoors where I usually slept. I was outside. I was in my PJ's and looking at the dark eerie forest around me, I had no idea where I was at all. I slowly stood up my feet stepping in the freezing cold snow, numbing my toes. I shivered and looked around rubbing my arms feeling sticky wet. I looked at my hand, but the darkness masked the liquid between my fingers. A sinking feeling appeared in my stomach, I knew what it was. Blood. I reached for my shoulder and felt a gash and gulped loudly. It didn't hurt, it was just cold and sticky. I had been sleep walking, right? So maybe I'd gotten hurt and my dream had weaved in a wolf attacking. I had to have walked through some frozen brambles, or maybe I had been attacked by an animal, just maybe not a wolf. It could have been a bear! Yes, it could have been a black bear and I had managed to escape from its clutches. I thought that over for a moment, but then realized that bears would be hibernating this time of the year. A mountain lion or a lynx. When it realized I wasn't chow I guess it left me to bleed all over the mountain, I told myself logically. A wolf howled in the distance sending shivers down my spine, I had always thought that wolves were cool, but after that dream I was pretty sure I'd be scared half to death of them for a while. Suddenly a new sound appeared, the crunching of snow like something was walking towards me. My heart pounded against my chest, what if it was a wolf, or maybe some kind of large cat that I was blaming for my shoulder. "Who's there? Leave me alone!" I exclaimed hoping my loud shout would scare off whatever animal had found me. "Cameron?" it was Hailey. She revealed herself from the shadows into a distance where I could get somewhat of picture of her face, stunned and confused. "What are you doing out here? There are all kinds of dangerous creatures out here that could kill you--" I was about to ask her the same question. "Are you hurt?" her voice turned steely. I grabbed my shoulder. "Uh, yeah just a scratch," I assured her even though the gash in my shoulder was obviously not a scratch. "I live not too far from here, why don't you come over to my house so we can fix whatever you did," for the first time I'd known Hailey I had thought of her as someone who would do anything to get rid of me. But right now she was actually being somewhat nice to me, I wonder why such the sudden change of heart. "Yeah, that'd be nice. Thanks," my toes were beginning to turn into popsicles and bleeding all over the place attracting who knew what to where we were wasn't a good idea. I began to follow Hailey closely who was keeping her face turned away from me. "What are you doing out here?" she asked again catching me off guard.I blinked thinking of an answer. "Well, actually I don't know. I just woke up out here," I told her I tried thinking to where Hailey lived. I'd heard she lived in a rather large house on the outskirts of the eastern side of town. That was nowhere near where my house was. I live on the Southeast side of town, how had I ended up all the way over here?Hailey didn't reply. Lights flickered in the distance as a large house loomed into view. It had to be at least three stories high, an old victorian house, and as old as it was it was clear that it was kept in prim condition. Hailey opened the door and let me in, it wasn't much of a change from outside to inside. It was still rather cold inside, who could live in such a cold home wearing nothing more than--I looked to Hailey quickly-- than a t-shirt and jeans?Hailey looked over to me, her lips pursed. Her dark blue eyes stared blandly at me until she took a look at me shoulder. "A scratch? If that's a scratch I'd hate to see what you consider a gash," she mumbled before heading down the hall of the house leaving me all alone in the muddroom. "I smell bloo-!" someone bucketed into the hallway and stared at me blankly. It was Arizona, quickly he pursed his lips as if trying to hide something as he quickly turned away from me. "Uh, Hailey why is Cameron on our doorstep bleeding half to death?" he asked his shoulder quivering slightly. Hailey returned with an extra pair of clothes, rubbing alcohol, and guaze. She looked from Arizona to me with a dark look. "I found her out in the forest, she claims that she just woke up there already hurt," now she was trying to make me seem like a liar. Or at least that was what she usually would have done, but the look in her eye seemed to go much deeper than I was capable of understanding."They've gone too far, and they think we're a a threat. PAH!" Arizona huffed, who was 'they'? So had someone intentionally done this to me? Who knew, I could have been raped when I was sleep walking... Ok, bad thought I shook my head trying not to think of all of the other bad things that could have happened to me. Arizona then lowered his voice, "she smells odd, do you think--?" he didn't completed his sentence.Hailey looked at me as I shifted my gaze to the ground. I wanted to figure things out, but I couldn't let them know that I was listening. "No, it might be an imprint. Do you think she would have waltzed in here if she was?" What? Imprint who? I was completely lost."Then why would they--" Arizona cut his sentence off as I stared at them. "You know what, I'm going to go to my bedroom so Hailey can patch you up Cam." Arizona then left leaving me with Hailey who approached me. "Take off your shirt so I can clean you shoulder," she ordered and I obeyed too drowsy to bother to sass her hospitality. I was wearing a sport's bra underneath my t-shirt. I dropped the blood soaked shirt to the group and inspected my own wound. She doused a small towel with alcohol and begain to rub my wound softly. It stung horribly, I hissed through my teeth to keep myself from screaming. "Lycans," she sighed through clenched teeth, it was obviously something I wasn't suppose to hear, but I heard it anyways. Whatever a 'Lycan' was, Hailey surely didn't like it. I dragged myself back into school my eyes cast down. I was already ready for another disappointing day of school, where I would be sitting near Alex and he wouldn't even share anything with me. Not a smile, a glance, or a notion that he still cared about me. It just... it just pissed me off so much! I missed him so much! I began to devise my own little plan, yes this midget (I guess I couldn't be considered a midget anymore; I was five foot six now) could be diabolical at times. Now was one of those exceptions. I was going to walk right up to him and set him straight whether or not he liked it. Stomping to his locker, prim and ready I held my head high as I noticed him standing at his locker chatting with some other tall guy with dark black hair. The guy's voice sounded familiar, but I surely didn't know him. I had never seen him before either. I didn't care how much of a mess I looked. I still had guaze wrapped around my hand, as well as under my sweat shirt, covering my upper body. Hailey had done a nice job wrapping me up. As I snuck up behind Alex's dark haired friend I managed to catch the last of what he was saying. "-they're really pissed. I mean they claim that one of us hurt a human! Where's they're proof, stupid-" he cut himself off and looked back at me, I knew my eyes were dark and hard as stones. I was trying to look tough. The guy raised his hands in defeat and left obviously knowing what I had to do. I took my time walking up to Alex. "I want to see you behind the soccer field after school ends. If you don't come, I'll hunt you down Alex. You have no idea how ******** stressed out I am and you ignoring me makes it no better," Alex opened his mouth as if to protest. I waved my hand to silence him. "No excuses. I want to talk to you after school, but I'm not making a scene in front of everyone else. Just do what I say or you'll regret it."And then I left. Left him by his locker, hoping he was confused, puzzled, and wondering what that had been all about. Well, he better prepare himself, because I was about to go freaking ape s**t on his a**.The school day had seemed like it took forever to pass by. It was so annoying at how long it seemed to drag by, I wanted to see Alex and set things straight with him. The final bell rung and I hopped up from my seat as people were just starting to collect their things. I was already packed up and ready to go, I bolted out the door and despite my two injuries I was easily capable of running out of the school's back door. I sprinted across the frozen snowy soccer field and headed to where behind it were the wooden bleachers covered in a light blanket of frothy frozen snow. I brushed frozen sheets of snow of a spot on the bleachers and sat down, dropping my bag next to me. Alex had to come, if he didn't I'd nail him in school tomorrow or the next day. I'd get him eventually no matter how much he tried to avoid me. I might have come across as needy, but if Alex had just set things straight and to the point in the first place none of this wouldn't have happened.A figure moved across the field slowly, obviously taking their time. As Alex approached I sat up stiffly my heart tensing inside my chest. He looked at me with his dark alluring eyes, I felt myself drowning, but instead of getting lost in his dark orbs I narrowed my eyes as he took a seat beside me. He was just wearing a polo and jeans, how he wasn't cold? I really had no idea. It was silent until I decided to speak, "What's your problem? You've been avoiding me ever since you've got over your fever. If you don't want to be with me you could just tell me instead of having me second guessing. I'm confused and wierd things have been happening! I-I just don't know what to think anymore," my idea for trying to stay cool didn't work, I broke down and babbled things I hadn't meant to say. Alex looked at me, his face an unreadable mask. My heart fell as I realized he wasn't going to say much. I pursed my lips to keep it from quivering, I wanted to cry but I wouldn't. Not in front of him. "I know, it's my fault," he finally spoke up. Yes it is your fault! my mind conjured up agreeing with him. "But," he paused. Oh no, what now? "Things are different.""Different how?" I asked.Alex's face shifted and then for some reason anger creased on his face. "I-I wish I could explain!" he stammered he had rose from his seat and his brown eyes fixed a glare on me. "Maybe we should break up, it'd be for the better," his voice hadn't gotten any softer or more soothing. His harshness stabbed me in the shoulder, making the wound on my shoulder scream in pain. I felt my face fall and I looked down at my hands that were on my lap. I felt hot, too hot for comfort. I clenched my hands into fists and peeled off my sweatshirt and shoved it at Alex, he'd bought it for me in the first place. He said he thought he was in love with me, but I guess that love wasn't enough for him to care about how I felt about this. "FINE!" I shouted feeling my face heat up furiously. "If you're still not going to tell me what's go on then get away from me! I don't want to see you ever again," I paused. "Scratch that! I don't want to see any boy ever again!"I pushed by him grabbing my bag. Alex spun around his tanned face turning red as he opened his mouth to say something. I turned away from him and began to walk away, I didn't need this. "Wait!" oh so now he was going to try and patch things up? He reached for me grabbing my shoulder. A sharp pain shot rigidly through my body as he touched my injured shoulder roughly. I pulled away, feeling the bandages being pulled from off my shoulder. I cringed as he finally let go, he had managed to pull my gauze off and it was now in his hand. I felt coll air sting my now open wound. I reached for it putting a hand on it to build pressure where it was going to start bleeding. "What's this?" he asked, his voice wasn't as sharp as before. Instead he stared at the crimson ribbon like it was tainted. "A fairwell gift," I sneered turning away as blood seeped through my t-shirt ruining it. I began to walk away quickly, it was over, we were over, end of story. This didn't need to continue. . . But it did. "Cameron, your shoulder it's bleeding!" he seemed astonished and rushed after me. "No s**t sherlock," I snapped bitterly and kept walking tears stinging my eyes. I wasn't sure if it was the pain from my shoulder, or the way I was now rejecting Alex as much as I so much wanted to accepted him even if wouldn't do the same with me. "Are you ok?" another useless question. "Yes, I'm perfectly fine! I just got ditched by the guy who said he loved me," I said sarcastically. "You know I didn't realize you were bipolar Alex. I guess I was dumb blinded by how happy I was when I found out you liked me."I heard Alex stop behind me. I looked at him he was stunned staring at me with a dumbfounded expression. "Look I'm sorry Cameron, but I'm not in an easy situation here," he stated trying to become as calm as he was earlier. I turned to face him, his eyes looked pleading, but wasn't he the one who had just ended everything? "If you can't find a way around that situation to make room for me, then I'm not important enough. I'm not asking for much, just some answers," I sighed beginning to feel chilly. Alex's Point of ViewI could understand why she was so pissed off. I couldn't explain things clearly and she was confused. I watched her stand there, her pretty eyes sharp and heartless. They were red as if she had been crying, but she was trying to be tough. She wouldn't cry in front of me, at least not when I was looking. I wanted to tell her everything, but I couldn't. I just couldn't. Things were happening and I couldn't drag her into the pack's disasters. We already had the problem of 'harming' a human, Tiffany claimed that she attacked another werewolf she didn't know, and I couldn't have Cameron knowing everything. I knew she wouldn't tell, but just knowing made her vulerable. I had considered so many times telling her, but that went against so many rules that we'd have to kill her if I came out and told her. But still seeing her in such pain, so confused, and lost drove me crazy. Her red hair flared out sticking up slightly making her look even angrier than she was. "I'm sorry," I told her and her eyes lightened for a moment wondering what I was going to do next. I looked to her shoulder where the whole sleeve of her t-shirt had turned crimson. "What's wrong with your shoulder?" Cameron peered at her shoulder quickly. "I got hurt last night, it's nothing much. It's fine," I doubted that. "Or at least until you pulled my gauze off reopening it," she sighed. She rolled up her sleeve revealing a gruesome gash. It wasn't wide enough to be stitched, but it looked like it hurt. There were four puncture marks that I could see from under the blood forming a bite like mark. It wasn't a blood sucker bite, it actually looked like a wolf bite. She'd probably managed to stumble across some kind of wild animal last night if I knew her any better. She looked up at me expectantly. Things had drawn quieter and much more calmer. I then leaned in and kissed her bringing her in quickly, I'd missed the citrius taste of her lips against mine. Her warm scent of irises welcomed me so nicely that I didn't want to let her go. I pressed much more tightly to her as she shuffled slightly probably still trying to process what was happening. I needed her, as much as I tried to avoid her she always came back and was there for me even when I didn't show her much support. I released her from my tight grip and she drew in a deep sharp breath, that was probably the first time I had kissed her so passonately. "So does this mean you'll answer my question?" she breathed. "No," I said smuggly a wolfish grin plastering over my face cockily. Then Cameron slapped me, hard. It probably hurt her more than it hurt me. "a*****e! Just leave me alone and I'll consider ever talking to you again you womanizer," she hissed as she grabbed her shoulder and sauntered off. I still loved her.

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Miracle!

[ Warning Contains Some Spoilers ] What if? It's a very powerful question and it all comes down to the answer to that 'What if'. Recently, Danzo was given the Hokage status due Tsunade being in a deep and unwakable coma. The old and sly man took his chance and became Hokage after decades of wanting and striving to be one. He had secrets up his own sleeves, like the fact that under his right eye patch he had an Uchiha Sharingan eye like Kakashi making him a deadly opponent. When Sasuke attacked in hopes killing the five Kages, it was the same time that Tobi or Madara appeared in front of Kakashi, Naruto, and a few other Cannons and ANBU accompying them. As Sasuke continued on his rampage and is cornered by the five Kages, Kakashi and his group is busy dealing with the Uchiha legend.

The group of six (Kakashi, Naruto, Sai, Yamato, and two ANBU who managed to catch the group sneaking off and pressed to accompany them or they'd report back to Danzo) each posessing much skill, certainly was more than a match for even Madara, right? Well, that should have been right besides the fact that Madara dodged just about every blow the group threw at him. It was frustrating and Naruto spent some time yelling at Madara blaming him for Sasuke's want of revenge, and how it couldn't have just ended with Itachi. Kakashi and the elder ANBU managed to devise a plan of their own. Even though the ANBU was hiding behind the safey of their mask, there was still some odd connection that Kakashi felt he knew them from somewhere.

While Naruto tried to go head on with Madara, Yamato had managed to stop the blonde haired ninja while the other younger ANBU had fended off head on fire based jutsus that were being aimed at the three, while buying Kakashi and the other ANBU enough time to pin Madara up against a tree. And the first thing the ANBU did was stab Madara through the heart with their katana. They definitely weren't going to waste the oppurtunity that they'd probably never ever get again. But Madara's last chuckling words were "You've all just made a big mistake; especially you ANBU."

With his last dying breath he threw his mask into the older ANBU's face to reveal someone eerily familiar. Obito. The ANBU's mask as well had fallen to the ground with a shattering crash, the feline sculpture of it, no more. Leaving a blank faced female in response to as what had just happened. "Kakashi?" that time it had been Obito's voice, of course distorted by age. Had Madara managed to learn the same secret technique that Oorochimaru knew, and had found Obito's half crushed body and used it as his own? The two ninja stared at each other startled before realizing that they were killing Obito's body as well despite Madara's soul being gone finally. Rushing him to the nearest place to treat him, the younger ANBU had mustered up a few weak healing jutsu that managed to keep him living longer while he was being transported.

Sasuke on the other hand, feeling Madara's chakra vanish and being replaced by something new and unfamiliar reluctantly ditched his effort to take on all five kages on his own. Leaving the meeting area no much more than a pile of rubble and stones. Danzo returned to Konoha to find that his village was holding host to a near dead Uchiha and found himself rather enraged. But despite most of his plans of how to get rid of Obito, eventually he folded. He'd lose Kakashi and a few other of his strongest ninja if he killed Obito, and he couldn't afford that in this time of peril.

A few months later Obito awoke to a room of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Kakashi, his old best friend was there crying, despite trying to hide it. Beside him the two ANBU unmasked, they too had familiar faces but they weren't very specific ones like Kakashi. Maybe they had been on other squads and he'd known them as faint aqquantices. As Obito healed, Naruto began visiting the man. Obito had generally been so confused, he was confused as to what happened to the Uchiha clan, why Konoha was half rubble and broken buildings, and why there were so many new people. As Kakashi and the two ANBU sisters walked him through and taught him everything that had happened Obito had finally managed to understand the new problems encasing the warrior world.

Obito was no longer the cry baby he had once been. Even though his name was still written on the dark black stone in the training grounds, he was still just as lively as ever. Kakashi had taken on much more of a relaxed and happy tone, as his old friend began helping rebuild Konoha. The two ANBUs started to hang around more often than before, the two sisters had rarely been seen after the Ninja War and it hadn't occured to most that they had returned from their original home in the Land of the Iron. Obito, even with just one eye (his other eye was usually either always closed, or he had an eye patch over it) he had managed to get back on his feet and finally became Jounin that he had always strived to be when Kakashi had advanced much further than him. Naruto on the other hand began to greatly look up to Obito, the two were so similiar in ways that Naruto felt connected to the older Uchiha. The blonde teen liked Obito, due to the fact that he wasn't that emotionless Uchiha, like Itachi, Madara, and Sasuke had been. He wasn't afraid to show his emotions and he was strong, yet didn't like depending on others even when he needed help. The two just clicked so nicely that Naruto began calling Obito 'Sempai'.

Things were going great in Konoha. Obito was alive! And Naruto was starting to be more like himself. Things were starting to flourish, maybe someone's closely kept secret might be revealed. Maybe there will be love. But one thing is for sure, Danzo is still plotting and not everyone may be safe. Especially Obito, and the ones who rescued him.

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Rules

o1. Opening----» Hello, hello to all! As you can see this is a Naruto roleplay. (Uhh durr) I made this out of boredom, and because I can never can find a good Naruto roleplay. Quite truthfully I'm lazy and I don't like making roleplays, but today or... when ever I typed this up is an exception! So be happy! . . . I also included Cannons, because most Naruto roleplays I see as Next Generation, and I always wanted Characters like Obito, and other made into the majority of the plot, so I made this which includes a small amount of OCs and a lot of the Cannons as well. You may double in this roleplay, it makes the spots fill up more easily.

o2. Literacy----» So as you can see the rules is going to be a pain in the butt to read. Buuut ! You must read it or I shall know (because I have awesome powers like that). So getting onwards with that I must say that this is an Adv. lit - elite roleplay. Which means I DO NOT accept people who are 'semi-literate' or 'literate'. Sorries, but that's the way it goes. Which means if you cannot type up four or more paragraphs (which consists of 5 - 10 sentences each) that means you aren't Adv. Literate or Elite. So leave right now instead of sending in a background check and getting a thumbs down from me.

o3. Posting----» Literacy, as in my last rule I included that you need at least four paragraphs per post. I DO NOT want to see any 'Oh I have writer's block' for the first three weeks of the roleplay. You need good grammar, great punctuation (which isn't too hard), and good spelling. When I say good grammar, I mean good. No one is perfect and of course we all make mistakes. ALTHOUGH, I do not want to see 'Gangster grammar' when you post. Your character may speak with incorrect grammar, but that doesn't mean the rest of your post should be incorrect. Puctuation is obvious, once again we make mistakes blah blah blah. I don't want to see this I dont like dogs One bit me when I was little and ive hated them ever since NO! I don't like run on sentences, nor do I like when people don't put 'apostrophes!'. Spelling, if you have Microsoft word... USE IT. Of course you should reread your post to make sure that you have the right word. It's annoying when you use the wrong there, their, or they're or your and you're. The computer doesn't correct mistakes like that so make sure you double check.

o4. OOC----» Make sure to take most of your OOC to the OOC thread. I don't want to see single posts in the thread just for OOC. That's what the OOC thread it for. But if it is completely necessary for you to include in the IC thread, when you post a post for you character you may use ( ) [ ] { } | | to express your OOC.

o5. Characters----» For OCs there are only going to be a few, the two that were included in the plot, and maybe a new one or two more. DO NOT ask me to add another spot. There will only be so many spots in this roleplay, so bear with me. Once the OC spots are taken or reserved it is not open for anyone else unless the person who had taken the OC spot drops out or leaves the reservation for open. For OCs there may not be any Mary or Gary-sues. You cannot have the perfect character and must respect the Cannons of the roleplay. Just because you may be included in the plot does not make you the most important character. Everyone is equal. Your character may be as much as an a** as you want, but you may not. I do not tolerate people who are rude and naive towards others.

o6. Background check----» Background checks will be put down in the background check post. With that I want you to send in a link to examples you have done, as well as I want you to state what character you want. That will all be put into a code for you to send to me. The tittle of the PM will also be in that post. If I think you are good enough I will accept you to start working on your profile and I will reserve the spot you wanted as well. ALTHOUGH, if I decline I do not want you to whine asking why. That will only make me decline you further. Once I say no, that no is final.

o7. Profiles----» Once your profile is done I would ask that you post it in the OOC thread for everyone to look at and read. DO not PM it to me please, just post it in the OOC thread. When revising the profile I expect everyone to use constructive criticism. I don't want anyone being mean towards the person who made the profile. I and the mods will accept the profile after edits are made and such.

o8. TOS----» Follow the Gaia TOS. Romance is encouraged as well as fighting and blood and guts and stuff. But of course don't go too far with either one. No one wants to hear you describe how you kill someone, and no one wants to read your love affairs with someone else when it goes too far. Gaia is PG-13, just like some of the recent movies I have watched not too long ago. For romance fade to black if needed. Also, swearing. We don't need someone mouthing off every other word. You may swear once in a while or once every few sentences, but there is no need for repeated swearing.

o9. Activity----» I don't ask much more than you posting at least once every two days. Like I had said earlier, I want this to be a long term roleplay. Of course the plot will develop further as we get in, but that can't happen if everyone drops out. Please don't make me reserve a spot to then have you send in the profile and never post. Please be reasonable. If you are going away from a while please notify me so we can NPC your character.

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When Cameron slaps somebody she does a pretty good job. I know I had deserved it for being somewhat of a lecherous pig around her, but she didn't have to hit me so hard. The side of my face was bruised slightly, and I couldn't help but replay what had happen yesterday. It had been so nice to kiss her again, it felt good and familiar. Although as I walked into the school looking around for her, I didn't spot her red hair amongst the other students of the school. Tiffany was chatting with Vanessa and Paige not too far from me, I walked up to the group of three they usually hung around Cameron. "Hey have you seen Cameron around? I can't find her," I told them, and almost at once I felt a wave of hostility hit me. Tiffany didn't try to hide her glare, while Paige frowned slightly, and Vanessa cast a small glare at me. Had they known what had happened already?"She's not coming in today. She's got a fever," Paige informed me calmly, but she still frowned. A fever? Could it had been for her shoulder, or maybe the fact that she threw her sweatshirt at me leaving her bare arms in the below freezing weather. I could withstand with cold without trying, but Cameron was another story. She was only human. Maybe I would pay her visit after school.I stopped my car in front of Cameron's house. It was bigger than my house by a floor, but was older. Her mother's family had built this house about two centuries ago and her mother wasn't about to give up the house with all the history it had in it. On the porch Cameron's younger brother sat there staring at me with dark green eyes. He looked nothing like his sister, much more like his mother. "Oh, hello Alex. Cameron is sick and prissy I don't think you want to see her," he informed me. How old was her brother? I counted the four year difference, which meant he was in our school. A freshman. He looked at me with such a dark look that I didn't want to be under his gaze much longer. Then someone else stepped out of the doorway. It was Cameron's father John. He has short cropped red hair, the same color as Cameron's. He had a pale complexion, light sea foam eyes, and wasn't much taller than his son. Maybe 5'9"? "Oh, it's only you Alex," he sounded disappointed when he spoke. I knew he had always favored Ryan over me, so seeing me wasn't going to lift his spirits. I drew in a deep breath, I wasn't going to act bad around Cameron's parents, especially her father. "Is Cameron here? I'd like to see her," I informed him calmly. John's dark gaze stayed on me for a moment longer. "Why would you want to see her? You avoided her for two weeks, and now you expect me to let you waltz in there?" her father pursed his lips into a grim line. So he did know, I wonder how he had figured out. Suddenly a third figure stepped outside. Just a pinch shorter than her husband, was Cameron's mother. She had darkly tanned skin like her son, long black hair, and dark green eyes. She looked at me, her eyes red and weary and motioned for me to come in. I hadn't realized how beautiful Cameron's mother was, until I'd seen her again after a while. I followed her in as I heard John grunt in disgust behind me. "She's asleep right now, but you may see her if you want," her mother told me softly, her eyes weren't lighting up like they usually did. Instead they were dark like charcoal, masking whatever she was thinking or worrying about. But it was kind of obvious, something was wrong with Cameron. I headed up the stairs to Cameron's bedroom. It was a blue room, it looked as if she had based her bedroom on the beach and underwater. The blues were warm and alluring, but in her bed I could see a mass of red fluff sitting there peacefully. Walking up to the side of her bed I looked down at her, she had no makeup on (she usually never wore a lot), but she looked so natural. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips parted as I heard her shallow breaths, and saw the rise and chest of her fall. As much as she looked like she was sleeping, I knew she was sick. I could smell it on her, the nausea, her sore throats, and her headaches. I brought a hand to her forehead to touch the bare skin which burned beneath even my own hands. I stared, how hot was she? "She's 113 degrees," her mother answered for me. I looked at her startled and blinked."But shouldn't 107-?" she cut me off."Don't play that act with me, I know what you are," I gulped silently as she snapped at me. She took a seat on Cameron's bed rubbing her child's cheek. "And thanks to you making her worry horribly about you, she's turning as well. Didn't you notice the injury on her shoulder?" I nodded. "Tiffany gave that to her. I don't think she knew it was Cameron, but during the full moon yesterday Cameron left in the middle of the night and didn't return. Then I found out that Hailey had found her on the other side of the town. Humans can't move that fast through a few hours."I stared at Cameron. She was going to be dragged into this as much as I had wanted her not to. "Tiffany did that?" I mumbled remembering what the vampires had told us, and what Tiffany had told me. Tiffany said she had found an unknown wolf killing a doe, and attacked it. Then the vampires said they found an injured human with a bite from a wolf. Was Cameron that person?"But," her mother continued. "I don't think she'll make it," she said firmly despite the pain in her eyes. "What?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Why?" I demanded. Her mother glared at me. "Have you ever heard of a wolf with a temperature of 113 degrees Alex!?" she boomed furiously. "It's all going to go downhill from there, I know it will." I didn't bother arguing with her. I looked down at Cameron, what would I do if she died? I might as well die as well, I'd probably walk right into vampire territory and let myself be torn apart. Her mother left the room leaving the two of us alone. "Cameron, you can't leave me. I'm sorry for being such an a**, but I'll tell you everything right now," I whispered taking her hand in mine. "I'm a werewolf, yes you heard me right. You can hate me as much as you want to for me not telling you, but you can't die on me. At least not for another three hundred years," I murmured feeling my throat starting to constrict me. "I love you."Her hand gripped mine softly, but enough to let me know she was listening. Her hand was hot, but dry like clay in mine. It wasn't soft like usual, instead it felt drained of whatever moisture was usually on it. I'd missed her those two weeks, I remember the first day I had missed school Ryan had come, my old best friend had a steely look in his eyes when he figured out what was happening to me. Our friendship wouldn't work anymore, at least not after I had become a werewolf. Ryan was a vampire, and me a wolf. It just couldn't and wouldn't work, just like I thought it had been for me and Cameron.But here she was changing, and it might kill her. I could feel my heart tug and pull, I was strong, but not strong enough to have her gone. I looked at her palm where it had fully healed from when I had pushed her down on the ground away from me. Tracing the pink smudge on her palm I remembered what Ryan had said to me when Cameron left. "Her blood, it smells like wolf. Did you imprint on her?" Tiffany had looked bewildered when Ryan had asked the question and I had began thinking. What if I had imprinted on her? But now I realized that she smelled like wolf, because she had the bloodline in her own family. Obviously her mother passed down something much greater than appearances. I rested my head on the side of her bed hoping the smell of sickness would fade away soon. But I knew that it wouldn't. Changing took a lot of time, a week at the least and two weeks at the most. Cameron probably wouldn't wake up for a few more days and she'd be feeling extremely lousy. I heard someone crying, the sobs grew closer and closer as I headed towards them. Who was it? It could have been Cameron, or a stranger. I'd never seen or heard Cameron cry, so I couldn't be sure. Either way, I needed to see who it was. Walking down the hallway of Cameron's large old house I saw it was coming from an unoccupied room at the end of the hall. I'd been told before that it was a storage room for Halloween, Christmas, Easter, and 4th of July decorations. Had someone knocked something over and perhaps gotten hurt?"Hello?" I walked into the room and reached for the light switch. I flicked it, but suddenly remembered that there was no light bulb in the socket on the ceiling. The sobbing had grown softer and much more contained as if the person was trying to suck it up. "Are you ok?" I stumbled into the darkness of the room feeling myself around, as well as trying to guide myself by scent and hearing. The dim light of the hallway then disappeared as the door slammed. I whirled around trying to hear or sense what had done that and where it was. A vampire couldn't be in here... at least not without getting invited in. "Who's there?" I hissed through my teeth. I felt reluctant leaving Cameron's room. Her bed had been empty... but still. The crying had stopped and all I could hear was a rustling noise in the corner of the room. Heading towards the sound my eyes slowly started to adjust, there was a small light from the moon in the window. I felt my adrenaline rush as I stood basking in the moon's light. I wrinkled my nose at the scent of something rotting, pushing towards the corner of the room I saw a small figure curled up in the corner. It wasn't Cameron. It didn't have the scent that drove me crazy, the one tempting me to embrace Cameron every time I was near her. The figure's shoulders were quaking, and for a moment I thought it was silently crying. But instead the thing started to chuckle in a feminine like voice, the thing that bothered me was that it's laugh sounded a lot like Cameron's. The creature kept chuckling as it took a bony hand and ran it through its matted messy hair. It whirled around my heart tensed as I felt growl slightly making sure not to morph. Its face was masked half in darkness. Claws marks ran down the face of the woman, one eye was pressed shut with a scar going down the eye. One sea foam eye stared maliciously at me, but suddenly the thing's eye changed to horror. "Alex?" it knew my name. Then something stabbed me in the heart. It was Cameron's voice. What was this? Some kind of sick prank? "W-what happened? To your face..." I trailed off trying to remember Cameron's pale cream colored face, her high cheek bones, her rich red hair, her soft pink lips that were always curled up in a sweet or mischievous smile, and her brilliantly light green eyes that I could faze into for so long. Her green eye sadden and she frowned slightly. She touched her face and grimaced. "Don't you remember?" she asked softly. "You did this," she told me looking down her hand on her face as if she knew how bad she looked. I had done that? B-but how? She was changing right now! She wouldn't be frail when she was done changing! She'd be tougher than she had ever been, I could never hurt her. I didn't try to mask the horror on my face as I backed away."No," I whispered. "I didn't mean to," my voice cracked as I thought of all the possibilities, it could happen. I was unstable and one wrong thing could send me into a tantrum and I could turn and hurt her. She edged closer to me. "Alex you did this. Why did you do it?" she questioned in an agonizingly pained voice. I covered my face. No, no! I didn't do it, I didn't! "I'm sorry," I babbled keeping my face covered. I didn't want to look at her, every glance stabbed at my heart. Someone grabbed me from the back and whirled me around. The room changed from the dark deary room at the end of the hall, to a large open room. It was laced in golden framing, rich cream and gold carpeting, there was also a patch of dark wooded floor where I was standing. People were all around me, each had a mask on their face. A masquerade?I felt something on my face as well, I looked towards the wall and walked up to one of the many mirrors. My mask fit me, it was brown porcelain, and created a wolf like face. The ears were pointed up and the mask made me feel revealed, like telling everyone what I was. All the other masked faces were confusing, each melting into one another. I couldn't pick out a single person I knew, and then suddenly a painful scent entered the room. I looked to the large french doors that were open leading outside to a fountain. A group had entered, each enticingly beautiful even behind masks. People stared in awe and I knew who it was at once. Vampires I told myself looking for the backup of my pack.A dark haired female stood not too far. She eyed me with dark brown eyes, it was Tiffany. She was in a dark blue satin ball gown. I could have never imagined Tiffany in a ball gown, but here she was. She had a mask similar to mine, but hers was black molted with gray rather than my brown and her mask was smaller and somewhat more feminine. I slid next to her, she looked tense as I stared at the vampires. They also had matching masks, but in different colors. A blonde male looked around his blue eyes locked with mine for a moment. Ryan, I sent a glare back despite how much I wanted to smile at him rather than be hostile. Things were much different now. Then something welcoming snuck up on me, it was that familiar scent of Irises that drove me crazy. Cameron came up beside me coolly and elegantly. She had a a ball gown on as well, hers was was strapless, the top was a sweet ivory, there was an intricate silver design on the upper part of the dress curling into vines with flowers. The skirt was a creamy light rose tan. One the skirt were white Irises intertwined with soft looking material, she also had a wolf mask. Her's was a rich brown red with patches of blonde here and there, her soft green eyes stared fiercely at me as she offered me a delicate hand. I took it in mine, her soft hand felt silky under mine. It was slender, long thin graceful piano fingers which looked even daintier next to my large hand.Her skin was still hot beneath mine, but when I looked at her she seemed perfectly fine. Was she a wolf? I felt stupid asking myself that question, she was wearing a wolf mask! Of course she had to be one. Music started in the background, but it wasn't anything new, actually it was classical music. I stared off to the side where there was a small group of performers playing for the masquerade. I glanced back at Cameron, her hair was pulled into a side pony tail, but was curled into long thick curls which rolled down her chest. In her hair was an Iris, hidden behind her wolf mask from the front. Without asking her to dance we stepped onto the dance floor, and I placed my hand on her slender waist, her hand behind my shoulder blade, I took her opposite hand and laced her fingers with mine. I watched at the corners of her lips tugged up making my heart swell. She was just so beautiful that I couldn't stand it. I pulled in closer to her that I could feel her warmth, her body brushed my chest as we danced slowly, she rested her head into the nape of my neck, making color creep up onto my face. I wish this was how it could always be, the two of us not arguing, fighting, or yelling back and forth. Hopefully that would be soon.As we danced there seemed to be a ripple of chatter between the people as we swayed slowly. I wasn't sure if it was directed at us, or maybe at some other distraction. Nothing mattered at the moment, but Cameron thought otherwise. She rose her head slightly and looked past my shoulder at something behind me. I felt her tense up in my grasp like an animal that had been caught in headlights. "Calm down," I whispered in her ear softly, she still had to get to used to being different. I wasn't much more than a newbie myself, but still Cameron was letting her emotions and instinct take over rather than thinking rationally. We couldn't cause an uproar in the midst of humans. Relaxing slightly she rested back against me. "I love you," she muttered softly in my ear and my heart soared and then she went limp in my arms. Crumpling down her eyes were closed as I grabbed her making sure she wouldn't fall. "Cameron!" I didn't want to cause a scene, but it was too late. People were gathering around us as I knelled down holding her in my arms, her breath faltered for a moment. I was losing her. "Cameron!" this time I was more stern and people closed and inner circle around the two of us. The sharp smell of vampire hit me, and I looked at the similar masks all around me. All of them were smirking except for one who had an unreadable face. "Which one of you did this?" I demanded.They smiled their canines protruding. "None of us, you brought it upon yourself," one chimed in. "Let her grow, give her room. She's not as frail as you take her for," a wiser and deeper voice added. I woke up on the side of Cameron's bed. The sun was rising, the warm orange reflected off the blues of the room making the room look dramatic. My head was resting on her bed, I felt her hand on my head curled in my messy short brown hair. I sat up to see Cameron sitting up her eyes muddy and drowsy looking. "You know you look so peaceful when you sleep," she told me taking her hand from my head. It felt cold where she had taken her hand away. I smiled wolfishly. "Really? What else did you do to me when I was sleep?" I asked and that got me a frown as she crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at me. "I'm not lecherous like you are," she reminded before, bringing up the kiss I had given her not too long ago. I gave a sarcastic laugh and she brought her hand to her nose and pinched it shut. "Please brush you teeth or take a breath mint, what have you been eating? Dog kibble?" I didn't know if she was trying to be ironic, or was still completely clueless on her situation. "So is that an open invitation to use your toothbrush?" I asked. She wrinkled her nose. "Ew no, I don't want your slobber all over it wolf boy." I smiled broadly at her. "You'll be my wolf girl soon," I reminded her, so her mother had filled her in...? She turned her head away from me. "Uh, no. I'll be a wolf girl, but who said anything about being yours?" she teased. I frowned at her and then said, "What? I thought we were still boyfriend and girlfriend?"She eyed me for a moment. "I thought you wanted to break up," she huffed.I searched for the right words. This was leading into becoming more serious than we were acting. "I did..." I trailed off still sorting for a better answer to her statement."Why the sudden change of heart?""Because I thought I would hurt you, wolves are rather unstable," I chuckled slightly."No really, I hadn't noticed," she said sarcastically. "You've always been moody, so I don't think it'll make much of a difference."Cameron smacked me weakly with her pillow. "You're still a cocky b*****d.""But I'm your cocky b*****d."She smiled slightly to herself. "Yeah I guess so," she ruffled my hair like I was a kid, but I didn't mind. It was nice to finally settled our dispute on our relationship. It was just killing the both of us going back and fourth. Cameron then looked up at the ceiling and drew in a deep breath. "When am I going to be done getting sick?" she mumbled, she was probably impatient knwoing that she could be missing all types of important stuff. I'd practically forgotten that she was lying in a sick bed waiting to get better. I remembered not being able to do anything for a while, but on Cameron's second day she was sitting up showing stronger signs that she was doing well. What had her mother been so worried about? She looked perfectly fine. "Hows your shoulder holding up?" I asked. Cameron touched her shoulder and then peered down at me. "Fine, it feels great actually," she informed me as she took the gauze off revealing her slender bare shoulder, the wound had closed to only be a few light pink dots on her shoulder. She did look fine. I let out a sigh of relief. "Don't you have school?" Cameron asked. I stared at her, she was extremely sick and she wanted me to go to school? "Yeah, but I'm not going while you're sick," I told her. Cameron wrinkled her nose. "No, go! I need to stay caught up, so get my work and come back later and teach me what happened. I didn't get to stay with you when you were sick," she informed me. I opened my mouth to object, but she silenced me with a glare. I stood up and looked at her. "If you want me to, I guess I will. The both of us missing in school definitely won't be good," I found myself agreeing with her, I didn't want to make her upset. Especially during while she was changing, who knew what she would do now. I leaned over her bed and pecked her softly on her burning forehead, "I'll see you later Cam," I promised, I didn't want to leave but she was right. The both of us needed to stay caught up.Cameron nodded, "You better come back Mr., I'm not losing you again," she stated firmly pouting slightly her muddy green eyes making my heart skip a beat. "What if I lose myself rather than you losing me?" I asked awed by the light frothy eyes she had that I loved. Her eyes smiled as she shooed me out. School took forever to pass by, I would sit for the one hours periods finding myself lost in thought. I'd missed most of the real information, and hadn't bothered to write down the majority of the notes. What I really just wanted to do was go back to Cameron's house and see how she was doing. I knocked on her door with my backpack in hand, once again her brother appeared in front of me his eyes were steely. "Oh hey, you're here to see Cameron..." he trailed off looking me up and down. "Come in I guess, she's upstairs," he moved out of the path of the doorway and allowed me to go in I quickly headed up the stairs to see Cameron curled up in bed sleeping again. I guess that cancelled our study session. I took a seat at the edge of her bed.

[M u d k i p s z]

I spent most of my time sleeping, there was a pain in my chest all the time, and when I looked at Alex's bright face it made me feel much better knowing here was here by my side. I did miss being able to walk around and do things for myself, but sometimes that pain was just so unbearable that I could barely speak. I was still curled up in bed, waiting for my last day of supposed hell to pass by. If I was lucky, tomorrow I'd be up walking and maybe I could make it to one of my indoor soccer games. I'd missed so many that I knew out team was probably down without a goalie.

I had my pillow over my head and I bit my lip trying not to scream and cry. I was tough, but even the toughest and most tolerant person of pain would be whimpering in pain. I heard Alex enter his familiar pine tree and winter fresh scent welcoming me, I wanted to smile but when I moved it hurt much more. "Cameron, hey are you ok?" he asked softly coming up on my side and resting a hand on my blanketed shoulder. I groaned in reply. He took a seat next to me on my bed, "I know you don't feel good, but it's almost over," he assured me running a hand through my tousled hair.

"I-I can't breath," I rasped to him.

Alex's POV

She definitely didn't sound good. Usually the last day was the worst, but Cameron had been looking so well the past few days, now she wasn't moving too much, and she was complaining of shortness of breath. I took the pillow off from her head hoping it would help her breath better, but her wildly flushed face didn't seem any better. Her eyes were narrowed into thin slits, she didn't look good at all. "Cameron, you need to sit up. It will help you breath better," I told her, but Cameron didn't reply.

I picked her up slowly, she cringed as I started to pull her into an upright position. "It hurts," she whined still gasping for breath, darkness had already begun to seep in through the window. The sun had practically set and I started to doubt Cameron's chances. Was her mother right? I kept her upright, but leaned her up against my chest, hoping that the support from me would comfort her.

"I know, you'll be fine," I whispered to her, but even I wasn't convinced with my own words. I rested my lips in her warm hair, it was soft and fluffy untouched by her sickness. Her shallow small breaths frightened me, she'll be ok, Alex. Calm down. I couldn't calm down, not with her like this. I couldn't lose her.

Cameron seemed to become slightly my calm, and leaned up against me with ease. For a moment I thought she had dozed off to escape the pain, but then I noticed something. Her breathing had stopped. I sat up my more straightly. "Cameron!" I hissed, I didn't want to have anyone else in her house realizing what had just happened. "Cameron?" my voice had grown weak suddenly, I felt sick. The warmth was disappearing from her skin, it soon began to feel cold against mine.

It was dark outside, Cameron was gone. Dead. She hadn't survived the transformation. I buried my face into her curtain of hair taking in her warm scent. It hurt, knowing that I would wake up knowing that I wouldn't be able to see Cameron. And it was all my fault. If I hadn't made her worry, if I hadn't upset her, if I had never existed Cameron would be happy and thriving.

I felt the moonlight press through the window and onto my back, I turned looking into the moon. It was alluring and beautiful and in the reflection from the window I could see Cameron's peaceful face. The moonlight caressed her skin making her feel warmer in my arms. Then suddenly a sharp breath escaped her lips as she blinked her eyes open startled. "I-I was..." she paused to look up at me. "Are you ok?"

I felt my heart swell into my throat. But hadn't she just died? "Yeah, I'm just glad that you're ok," I muttered. She gave me a clueless expression and then sat up slowly frowning at her attire.

"Ew, I've been in the same clothes for two weeks. My hair's all oily and disgusting, I need to take a shower," she mumbled to herself as she started pull away I took her back in.

"No don't leave just yet," her skin was warm under mine, my temperature was 109 degrees, hers was probably much higher. "I was so worried that you wouldn't make it," I told her resting my chin on her shoulder.

She waved a hand dismissively, obviously not aware of how she had been dead for those few moments, that felt so long. "Look, I'm fine. You know, just a little tired. I want to take a shower and go to bed, and then tomorrow I want to go to one of my soccer games. I've really missed playing, and then after that I'll spend the rest of the day with you," she promised.

I thought it over for a moment. "Fine," I said reluctantly. "But don't do anything crazy during the soccer game. Remember you're a werewolf now, you're going to be stronger and faster than everyone else."

Cameron rolled her eyes. "I've read the Twilight Saga you know. I'm not totally clueless."

I kissed her softly on her lips. "You're more clueless than you think."

Back to Cameron

I rolled my eyes at him. I was more clueless than I thought? Well, that could be possible. I mean I'd just been confronted to the whole idea of being inhuman, and my boyfriend not being quite human as well. I'd always liked to read vampire and werewolf books, but I had always thought they were just sadistic romance novels. Some of them might had been sparked by imagination, but what if some of those books were actually true stories? My mind wove over the novels I had read, thinking.

I grabbed an outfit from my drawers and headed quickly for the bathroom. The world didn't seem much different, in most books I had it described how when people changed it felt different. Like they felt sharper and more acute than before. All I felt was perfectly warm, and maybe a bit more aware to my sense of hearing and smell. Other than that I felt like the normal Cameron, maybe a little bit more lively, but still the same person. I didn't feel as if I had changed as much as Alex had, but like he said, I was naturally moody.

I turned the light on in the bathroom and stared into the mirror. I didn't look too bad, there weren't dark circles beneath my eyes, instead my face was warmly flushed red, the only problem I appeared to have was my hair. It was oily and matted, I wondered how Alex could have touched it without thinking too much about how nasty it felt and looked.

I stripped my clothes off and jumped into the shower cranking it up the hottest temperature it would offer. It was warm, but not the hot I liked. Doing what shaving I needed to do after spending days in bed, I washed my hair hoping to replenish its full shiny fluffy nature. If I didn't know any better, Alex was probably snooping through my things trying to find something to do. I glanced at my shoulder, the small scars from where Tiffany had accidentally bitten me was barely noticeable. Had Alex told her what was happening to me? Or did she already know? She'd probably pressured Alex into making him tell her what was going on. As much as she tried to hide her distress and worry, I always knew about it. We were best friends.

The shower had grown cooler, and felt uncomfortable. I was going to miss those hot showers, now I'd only get warm unless I boiled water and dumped it on myself, but I guess that might be too hot, wasn't the boiling point of water 100 degrees Celsius? Which was... 212 degrees Fahrenheit, that would be way too hot. I wrapped my towel around my upper body and grabbed the blow dryer, I knew that my hair would probably dry rather quickly. But I'd decided that I didn't feel like going to bed with my hair wet. Drying it quickly I finished wiping myself dry of water, put on a little deodorant (which made so much more of a difference), and slipped on my pajamas; boxer shorts and a tank top.

I grabbed an elastic and tied my hair up into a high pony tail. Unplugging and turning everything off I left the bathroom and headed back to my room. I felt untouched by the chilly temperature of the house, my dad never liked how cold it could be, but no one else never seemed to notice it. Well, before I'd been on my father's side complaining to my mother that we should have gotten heating installed, but now I felt perfectly at home. Mom and Callum (my younger brother) always seemed like the cold blooded type of person and easily put up with the weather.

I strode back into my bedroom searching for my bed. Alex was standing near the window with a trans like look in his eyes, the moonlight basked him and I realized what he was so focused on. The moon, I told myself. I knew what it was capable of, that 'dream' I had had wasn't a dream. Instead it had been the time of the full moon where I had changed and was subconsciously moving around the forest. Hopefully that was only a one time deal and I'd be able to control myself much more easily.

"Hey you ok Alex?" I don't know how many times I'd asked him that recently, probably too many to count. He always seemed so worried about me all the time, that it made me worry for him. He paid too much attention to me that I was afraid that he wasn't taking good enough care of himself.

Alex looked over his dark eyes reminding me of a dark black river in the dim lighting of my room. "Yeah I'm fine," he said dismissively. Now that I was back up and at it, I'd make sure he wasn't on my case too often any more. I didn't need his protection anymore, I was perfectly fine how I was now.

I peered from the window back to him. "If you want to go for a run I won't mind," I told him, I knew he probably hadn't spent much time in the forest between school and coming over my house after it. Jeb probably didn't catch many glances of his grandson anymore.

Alex's face was unreadable for a moment. "Do you want to come?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I want to save my energy for the game tomorrow. I need some real rest, but thanks," I made up an excuse to give him some time to himself. He needed it. As much as I wanted to be a great part of his life, I knew I couldn't take up all of his spare time. He needed some time to be alone, without needing to worry.

"You've gotten plenty of rest, but if you want to get rid of me for a while then I'll go," good, he wasn't being stubborn. He pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it on the chair next to my bed leaving him shirtless in my room. It felt strange. "Are you sure?" he asked raising a brow.

I looked away, not that he looked bad (actually it was hard not to look at him). "Go before I push you out of my window you idiot," I mumbled glad for the darkness to mask the red tone that had taken siege over my face.

Alex winked and gave me a wolfish grin reminding me of how much he was like Ryan now. It was like Ryan had swapped attitudes with Alex, but Ryan on the other hand wasn't really acting like Alex. Instead he seemed rather quiet and never really hung around either of us anymore. I had a sneaking suspicion that it had to be because he was a vampire. But hey, what do I know? I was still rather new to all of this, and I wasn't sure if vampires were affected by the sun, or sparkled, or were really pale. I hadn't really got much of the details, but you know... I'd pick it up on the way.

Alex opened my window letting in a cool much needed wisp of air. He quickly ducked out through the window and silently landed on the grass on the side of the house. I didn't know what time it was, but it had to be late enough for my family to be sleeping. A few second later a howl split into the air making me smile, I poked my head out through the window, Alex wasn't there but I felt the need to do it anyways. I let out my best imitation of a howl, even though it didn't sound like a real wolf I got a few howls in reply. I grinned to myself wondering if that was my new pack replying or real wolves. Either way it was exciting.


I was nice and warm, cozy, I peered over at my alarm clock searching for the time. Eight AM, I stirred. What time were Saturday games usually? Ten, eleven? Either way I needed to get up, get ready, and eat. I moved to get up but was tucked in comfortably into Alex's chest, I slipped from his grasp and began to search for my shorts, team shirt, cleats, gloves, shinguard, and socks. I looked back over to my bed where Alex was sleeping, I hadn't heard or seen him come back to my house last night. It must have been late, it was best to let him sleep.

Quietly leaving my room I headed for the bathroom. The sun was up and bright, filtering into the house casting a warm red and orange tone over the dark brown wood of most of the house. I stepped into the bathroom and yawned lazily slipping on my soccer things. My stomach grumbled reminding me of how hungry I really was, Got to remember to eat. Mornings were never this bad, usually I didn't eat breakfast but my stomach liked to differ. I pulled my hair out of its messy pony tail, brushed it, and then put it back up. I clipped my bangs up in the small 'poof' as well, and put on blue mascara and eyeliner. Team colors, blue and white. I looked myself over in the mirror, I was number 22, but on my goalie jersey it clearly stated 'Hess 22'.

I brushed my teeth hoping to make my breath smell much better, hopefully I wouldn't get some kind of nasty dog breath from being a werewolf. If I did, I'd have to start carrying Tick Tacks everywhere with me. I thought back to the movie Juno, where the boy had a Tick Tack package with him everywhere and ate them by the dozens.

I left the bathroom with a tangy taste left in my mouth from the toothpaste. I made my way back to my bedroom to wake up Alex, but he was no longer in my bed. I looked down over the over hang that showed part of the first floor and heard someone moving. There was also some talking, maybe Alex was talking with my mom? Bacon, french toast, and eggs greeted me as I didn't bother with the stairs and hopped over the ledge, cleats in hand.

"Oh, Cameron dear. Nice of you to join us," my mother stated as she looked over my attire and then went back to cooking breakfast. "Next time use the stairs, your father will have a heart attack if he sees you do that," she forewarned me. I rolled my eyes in spite of her, dad always slept in late, what did I have to worry about? It was only about a ten foot fall from the ledge to the first floor.

I took a seat next to Alex at the breakfast table, Callum was sitting on the opposite side staring at the two of us blankly with dark green eyes. There was an empty seat next to him, probably where my mother was going to sit. Both head sides of the table were unoccupied, they usually where if we didn't have more than four people at a time over for a meal. "Hey Callum, why are you up? Usually you sleep in," I stated.

"I'm hungry and mom doesn't cook big breakfasts often," he answered blandly looking back to our mother and then back to me. Most people felt uncomfortable under his gaze, but it was just something you needed to get used to. He did it when he was a baby and he still did it now. Whether he did it purposely or subconsciously it did really unmask him telling most people that he was a quiet and rather sullen person.

My mother came back and started sliding plates onto the table. She gave me such a large helping that I looked back at her like she was crazy. She gave a certain stare and went back to what she was doing. Did she expect me to eat the whole thing?


"Cameron!? You didn't die?" Kayla screamed as I walked onto indoor soccer field. Kayla was a tall, strong girl the same age as me. She came over and hugged me tight. "Stupid little red head, at least tell us you aren't going to be here so we can find another goalie. Amy's had to be the goalie for the past few weeks and trust me, she's not the best," she informed me.

I smiled brightly. "Sorry, I've been in my death bed for the past few weeks," I told her and looked around, I motioned from her to come closer and she leaned to to hear what I wanted to say. I bit her on the shoulder. "Infected!" I ran away.

"You little b***h get back here!" Kayla chased after me her blond pony tail bobbing up and down, I looked over at the bleachers where Alex was sitting he waved to me as I ran away from Kayla. There were also a bunch of guys I didn't know, probably rooting for the other team. "When the hell did you get faster? I thought you were bow legged!"

I turned to look at her. "I lied," I turned back around and rammed into Christian who grabbed me. "Hey! Let me go Christian, come on really now," I screamed as Kayla took her time coming over. I was stronger and faster, but I wasn't any smarter. I didn't want to test out my strength on Christian so I held back only wiggling around trying to loosen her grasp.

Kayla came over and bit me hard on the ankle. "Infected!" I told me.

"OW! I need that ankle, we play soccer need I remind you?"

"Oh shut up, you play goalie."

Christian released me and I almost turned and bit her as well, but instead I stalked off towards where our benches were. The greenness of the field wasn't grass, instead it was turf or fake grass. On the turf there was tire shavings (they're like tiny little black squishy beads) that made the turf less painful to get hurt on, it also made the ball bounce much higher, which caught many outdoor players off guard who were used to playing on grass and dirt.

I grabbed my bag and pulled out my black and red goalie jersey. As I did so the other team started to walk in, they were dressed in green, white, and yellow. The Italian flag colors. I personally liked our colors much better, light blue, dark blue, and white. I pulled my long sleeved jersey on as the boys in the bleachers stomped their feet and hooted as the other team walked in.

I looked over to Kayla as I pulled my 'Captain' band up to the top of my shin over my sock. "Great, another group of these guys?" I grumbled as she stared at me with the same expression worn onto my face, a grimace.

"I remember last time you almost punted the ball into the bleachers," Kayla reminisced as she pulled her 'Captain' band up to the top of her shin as well. "I give you full permission to do it this game," she patted me on the back and slipped her yellow cleats on.

I slipped my black and red cleats on. "Like I need your permission Kay, but thanks I'll think about it... If they have those blow horn things I'll definitely do it," I hated those cans that had a horn like top, and when you pressed the horn down the sound came out of it. It usually distracted me in the middle of a game, but today would be different hopefully.

I looked at the other team, they were made of up freshman to seniors... or so it looked. They had a much larger team than us, probably around twenty five players. We had fifteen players, two were goalies including me, and then we had elven on the field (counting goalie) and four subs. But strictly our team was made up of Seniors and Juniors, the underclassmen were on the JV (Junior Varsity) team for our school's indoor soccer team.

I pulled my keeper gloves and grabbed one of our spare balls and started to warm up. I held the ball in my hands and began doing sit ups, bringing the ball behind my knees the rest of the team would probably start with passing drills, and then when I was done stretching and warming up we'd do shooting drills on the goal. Finishing up my stretches I started on the side of the field and did karaoke (which is when you cross one foot over the other when you shuffle to the side, you cross over the front and then cross over in the back and then repeat while shuffling sideways) I bounced the ball as I shuffled over the turf making sure to catch it and then bounce again.

When I made my way to the side with the bleachers I put the ball down on the ground and got down on my hands and started with push ups. Usually I skipped all of the laborious stuff, like karaoke and shuffling to the side, but I felt great today, like I had an unlimited amount of stamina. The boys in the bleachers hooted as I finished my fortieth push up and got back to my feet and put my foot on top of the soccer ball. I looked up at them for a moment, none of them were familiar and nor did I want them to be familiar, I hated the kind of guys who wouldn't shut up in a game. I noticed something in a few of their hands. The blow horns, I told myself letting a smug smile cover my face.

"If you guys know what's best for you, you won't use those," I shouted to them up into the bleachers. I heard Alex snicker from where I couldn't see him. I rolled the ball under my foot and propped it on the laces of my cleats. I bounced it up and turned starting to head back to the other side, but instead of shuffling I was juggling the ball between my feet, knees, and head.

"Red head say what?" I heard one of the bleacher boys say, hopefully they had heard me or they'd be bruised after the game.

"Hey Cam we need you in net," Amy told me as I was juggling the soccer ball still. I nodded and punted the ball to the our benches, narrowly missing our coach. I thought they we were going over the shooting drills, but instead everyone was getting into formation for a game. Kayla was the head defender who I trusted to take my goal kicks, then I had Brittney (the other Goalie), Jesse K, and Jen. The Ref motioned at me a notion for me to let him know if I was ready. I gave him a thumbs up.

The other team started with the ball first, the forward who had the ball first passed it to her teammate beside her, who then booted it back to their defenders. It was a common tactic used so the forwards had time to move up and their strong defender was able to boot it up across the field to them. Angelica (one of our forwards) didn't waste any time and started to sprint up the field, for someone so small she was incredibly fast. Jamie followed in her wake on the other side of the field, Gel went after the defender, but was careful not to put herself off sides.

The defender booted it up as Gel swooped in to take it. "MOVE UP!" the team's goalie screamed, Jamie and Angelica trailed up the field staying at the half line waiting for the ball to be passed to them. The other team's forwards picked up the ball as Jesse (not Jesse K, they're two different people) one of our midfielders went after the ball the other team had.

"WATCH THE PASS, WHO'S ON NUMBER 15 THEY'RE WIDE OPEN!" I hollered as Jesse K picked up the other player.

Jesse stole the ball from the other player and began to dribble down the side line, the other player kept on her as she continued to move up. People from the other team were yelling at each other, notifying that they were open, or that they needed to get on one of my team's players. "LADIES MOVE UP!" I barked as my defenders started to move closer and closer to the half line. I stayed in the safety of my box (the goalie box is a section of the field where the goalie is allowed to pick up the ball, if they are out of the box they are not allowed to pick up the ball, they may only use their feet).

The ball was taken from Jesse and booted up the field. My defenders started to run back to get it. "I GOT!" I screamed as ran out of my box and from the goal. "MOVE UP!" I kicked it hard enough to send it flying past the half line up to one of my mid fielders.

"Good job Cam!" Kayla gave me a thumbs up as I shuffled back into the net. The game continued and I felt impatient for the ball to come back my way. Instead it stayed on the opposite side of the field. Gel crossed the ball to the other side of the field where Jamie was waiting on the other side of the net.

"SHOOT!" I screamed at Jamie hoping that she had heard me. Jamie went for the goal, but their keeper caught the ball. "Nice try!" I told her, it was close but obviously their goalie wasn't inexperienced. The other goalie gave her team a few seconds to move up, which meant that Jamie and Gel had to move with the defenders so they weren't off sides and a foul was called. The goalie switched sides of the field and punted it to the side where less of our players were.

"GET ON!" my voice was hidden slightly by the blaring of horns, I ignored it watching the other team's players come up the field. Jesse K went after the person with the ball, but as she caught up the player (#21) passed it to her teammate waiting in the middle. The other player barely got by Kayla who had an exasperated expression on her face as she spun around and headed to to put more pressure on the ball.

The player took the shot on me, I was playing my angle, but I realized she had shot on my right side, I was playing the angle on my left side. I pumped my right leg and jumped to the side extending my arms fully out forming my hands into the 'W' shape. I'm going to miss, I told myself, but I felt impact with my hands. Then I fell from the air and landed hard on the turf, I had the ball held into my chest, but I had to say that had knocked the freaking wind out of me.

I heard the angry hiss of the player who had shot at me, she probably thought it had been going in. I was thinking that until I caught it, I sucked for air trying to breath. Kayla, Brittney, and Jesse K came in as the game was momentarily stopped. "Hey you ok? That was a crazy save," Jesse K said, I could hear the horns blaring as the boys in the bleachers screamed at how that should have gone in.

I sat up rubbing the arm I had landed on. At least it wasn't broken, or it didn't feel like it was. "Yeah I'm fine, just a little breathless," I took Kayla's hand as she hauled me back to my feet and people cheered. "Move on up, come on we need to get back into the game," I looked over at the Ref. "Do I still get possession?" I asked cracking my shoulder.

The Ref stared blandly at me. "Yes," he blew his whistle as I headed to the edge of my box and punted it. The boys in the bleachers were still yelling and I thought a moment about flicking them off, hoping maybe that would shut them up. It'd probably only antagonize them more. I placed my hands on my legs and hunched over as I watched the ball head up the field, hopefully it would stay over there, I was still out of breath.

The game continued and as the half time whistle blew I picked up a ball and started to fool around with it. "See that keeper right there? She's insane, but wicked hot. You should have saw the shot earlier, it would have gone in if she didn't do a totally Matrix move," the boys near me were talking about me. Great. I kept my back to them.

"Yeah, but she's on the other team," another pipped up.

"That doesn't make her any less hot," a husky voiced one said. I felt my face grow red as they whistled at me, if I didn't know any better Alex was probably refraining himself from getting up and punching all of the boys over there.

I turned and punted the ball into the bleachers hitting some of the boys. "It's rude to talk about people behind their back, especially when it's someone you don't know," my voice was surprisingly calm.

"Woah! b***h, what the hell was that for?" they pegged the ball back at me. I caught it and tucked it under my arm.

"It's for being jackasses. We're at a soccer game and we don't need you screaming about how much my teams sucks, if my teams sucks so bad then why hasn't your team scored points?" I questioned sourly and turned away heading to the other side of the field. I put the ball down on the ground and took a swig of my water.

Kayla came over and hugged me. "You're my hero, you actually taught those douches a lesson," she tried to mask a cocky grin.

"I know, I know I'm so grea-"

Kayla bit down on my shoulder. "Infected!" she screamed and ran away onto the opposite side of the field where we would be playing.

I threw my goalie gloves down on the ground. "s**t KAYLA THAT EFFING HURT!" I screeched and then looked over to my coach who pretended he hadn't heard me. "Can I go on mid field? I feel like running around."

My coach looked at me like I was crazy. "What?" I never liked to go on field, I usually played goalie and if it wasn't that I was usually one of the defenders. "If you want..." he trailed off as scribbled things down on his clipboard.


I wasn't breathless, I felt exhilarated after the game. Was this always how it felt when you played up in the offensive half? My other teammates looked worn out and tired, but I felt perfectly fine. We lined up quickly and quickly gave the other team fives stating 'Good game' for every person that passed. I shook hands with the Ref thanking him and turned. "WOOH!" I screamed jumping up I grabbed my things. "Come on victory run!" I said.

Some of my team looked at me like I was crazy, but Corey and Kayla stepped up. Corey laced arms with me. "Let's go!" she said as we took off, Kayla laced arms with Corey as the three of us ran down to the other side of the field near the bleachers. We stopped and Corey and I slapped high gives. "Damn Cameron you were beast today!"

"Hell yeah!" I looked up to the bleachers, Alex had disappeared. "Got to find my boyfriend now. I promised I'd spend the rest of the day with him," I told them.

Corey put her index finger on her lower lip. "Oooh, I see how it is. You got your hunky boyfriend, I'd want him all to myself too," she said mischievously.

I shoved her arm. "You're a perv Core."

"I know, see you later," she pecked me on the cheek and waved her fingers in goodbye. I looked back to where Kayla should have been, but she had disappeared leaving me standing alone with my duffel bag.

"Hey you Goalie, good game," it was the bleacher boys. I stared darkly at them waving my hand slightly.

"Thanks."

"So, I was wondering would you like to go out with me sometime?" one of them stepped up, they were decent looking, light brown hair, blue eyes, and a somewhat clear complexion.

"You came here just to pick up girls?" I asked blandly, but I didn't wait for any answer. "No thanks I have a boyfriend," I turned to walk away and search for Alex.

"I bet he's a p***y," I ground my teeth at his reply.

"He's much more of a man than you'll ever be," I tried to keep my cool, I didn't want to screw myself over and transform by accident.

"Aw come on just one date?"

"No!" I hissed.

"Hey what's going on?" Alex's voice was music to my ears.

"Who are you?" one of them sneered.

I turned to look at Alex, he was in a plain gray t-shirt that fit his frame quite nicely, he had a pair of jeans on as well, and obviously had sneakers. "Actually I just happen to be her boyfriend," he said putting a hand around my waist pulling me closer to him.

The boys back off for a moment. "Oh you are?" it was just like the time when we had been in Florida, but instead of Alex saving me it had been Ryan. But Ryan hadn't really been my boyfriend, Alex really was. "Sorry man she was asking us if we wanted to catch a movie sometime."

I felt my temperature rise my ten degrees, but Alex glanced down at me as if telling me not to say anything. "You know, I wouldn't be worried about me hurting you, she's much worse than me. Nice try though, I almost believed you, just like it's summer right now," he said and started to tug me outside. I felt myself grin as the two of us left, hopefully that would tell them not to mess with a girl who had a boyfriend.

As we exited the building Alex looked at me. "You looked like you were about to rip their heads off," he said clearly amused.

"I was thinking about it, obviously hitting them with a soccer ball hadn't set them straight," I huffed, I threw my duffel bag into the back of Alex's car. The cold barely bothered me, I grabbed my small backpack. "Hey, I'll be right back I'm going to go change," I told him.

Alex stared at me for a moment. "What about the boys in there?" he asked his eyes becoming rather dark.

I smiled, "I'm not the defenseless little girl you take me for."

The corners of Alex's lips tugged up. "I guess not," I began to sprint back to the field and entered feeling the temperature change slightly. I headed between the bleachers and into the Ladies' room, it seemed vacant so I quickly grabbed a stall and began to strip down, taking my socks and shin pads off first. Then I heard the door of the bathroom slam open, I slipped my comfortable straight leg classic light blue jeans on and pulled my white sweater over my head that fit cozily over my frame.

There was another bang as I had began to slip on my white socks and pull my black and white scarf out. Then gasping, oh great I could only guess that some couple was in here making out and doing other disgusting things. I grabbed my black UGGS and put them on as well, hopefully I would be able to look in the mirror and fix my hair without disturbing the other couple.

I stuffed my soccer things into my bag, my mascara and hairbrush was in hand. I opened the stall door and something hit me like a mach truck. I dropped my things and rubbed my eyes, they were watering beyond belief and every time I breathed my nose burned like it was on fire. Sitting on the counter of the bathroom was a girl who was sucking face with some boy. I looked into the mirror confused to why I was reacting so oddly, and then I noticed his reflection wasn't there. Vampire! my senses screamed at me.

I dug my nails into my leg, I could feel the nails growing longer and much sharper, but we were in a public place. I couldn't turn into a wolf here, especially with a human right there. I looked at myself in the mirror my green eyes were a deep amber, the color of wolf's eyes. The girl and the vampire barely seemed to notice me, but I noticed them much more than I wanted to.

I grabbed my things and stiffly walked over to the counter on the other side keeping what distance I could. I pulled my hair down from its pony tail and shakily brushed it and put it into a low side ponytail, it took me a while to do it. But I continued minding my own business as I then flicked on mascara and sprayed on body spray to get rid of my sweaty smell from playing soccer.

I shoved my things in my bag and began to wash my hands. I looked up for a moment to peer at the vampire who was staring a me, but when he caught my amber eyes he suddenly back off. "I have to go," he muttered and quickly left without saying much more. The girl looked clearly confused as I made my exit, the bathroom still reeked of vampire but I was starting to calm down knowing the vampire had probably ran far away.

I headed back to Alex's car and quickly got in, tossing my backpack in the back. I didn't look at him, instead I was thinking about things I could have done instead of just letting him escape. "Hey are you ok? You look freaked out," I didn't want to look at him, if he knew that I'd seen a vampire he'd want all the details, it was just chance that I saw the vampire, nothing else.

I closed my eyes and leaned back, I didn't want him to notice my eyes if they still were amber. "Just met up with one of the other team's players and she pissed me off, that's all," I lied, I hated lying especially to Alex.

Alex started the car I could sense his suspicion. He obviously didn't believe the whole story, but as long if he didn't ask more questions I knew that I had gotten away with that lie. "So where do you want to go?" he asked reminding me that I had promised to spend the rest of the day with him.

"How about..." I tried thinking of someplace where there would be a lot of people. Possibly somewhere I could see Tiffany and maybe other members of the pack that I had yet to meet. "...Ice skating," I concluded opening my eyes and looking over at Alex.

He was staring out the windshield. "We have a little time before it opens, what else do you want to do?" he asked, I looked over at the clock on the dashboard. It was only 3 'o clock, a little time? We had about four hours before the rink opened, not a little time.

"Well what did you want to do? I'm out of ideas."

"How about dinner and a movie?" he asked.

I thought it over for a moment. "I'm fine with that."

[M u d k i p s z]

I licked my lips as Alex and I left the restaurant we had eaten at. Of course it was nothing extremely expensive, just a small family diner. Alex had insisted on paying for the movie and the dinner, so I told him flat out that I was paying for ice skating, and unlike other sappy couples we hadn't bothered with a romance or scary movie. Instead we'd gone to see Toy Story in 3-D, which I had insisted upon seeing, who didn't love the old Disney movies replayed on big screen? I still loved Woody and his 'Down to earth' attitude compared to Buzz who thought he could fly and do all the things the original Buzz could do.

I took a sip of the warm cider in my free hand, my other hand was laced with Alex's. His hand wasn't hot, nor was it cold, but a nice warm temperature like the cup of hot apple cider in my other hand. "I'm paying for ice skating," I announced firmly making sure that Alex knew and didn't bring it upon himself to pay.

"With what money?" Alex snickered, I thought about pouring my cider on him but instead I calmly kept my composure. I should have asked him where he had gotten his money, I was pretty sure that he didn't have a job. I usually worked as a Referee for the younger leagues in Soccer during Fall and Winter, and then worked at the local Pizza parlor when I needed to.

"So how has school been?" I quickly changed the topic, I didn't feel like touching up with where I got my money. I only had a twenty dollar bill from when I last left the house which had to be about a few weeks ago.

Alex seemed to need to think for a moment. "Boring, I mean without you being there. Usually you cause some kind of ruckus, a lot of people miss you. You saw Kayla's reaction to when she saw you," he paused for a moment longer. "And there's a Formal ball for the end of the winter in a few weeks."

End of the Winter? I couldn't help but laugh. Here in New Hampshire Winter didn't end at March 21st, we usually had snow on the ground until the end of April, or early May. Sometimes we even had snow on the ground in the middle of May. What day was it today? I knew it was a Saturday, but other than that I was time disoriented. "When's it going to be? April 1st or something, it should be called the Spring Ball," I remembered Jimmy talking about it before we left for Florida weeks ago.

That was all before Alex had changed, and before I changed. It all seemed so long ago, like years had passed since then when it had probably only been about a month and a half. Alex smiled at me, "Actually I think that's the day it's on. How'd you know?"

I took another sip of my cider. "Lucky guess," I assumed, a formal ball? I mean I'd never been the kind of person who liked to dress up and be stared at when you went to a dance. Truthfully, I'd gone to Homecoming in a skirt and nice shirt. I still had the Senior Prom after this dance, and I knew Alex wouldn't let me get away without going to it.

"Why, do you want to go?"

I hadn't really considered it until Alex brought it up, but then again it would be nice to dress up and show off knowing that I didn't have anyone to impress besides Alex. "If you want to," I wasn't going to force him to go, I could have never picture Alex in a Tux but it would be a good picture.

"If it means seeing you in a dress, then yes," he said in a husky voice making my face flush wildly.

"Perv," I muttered nudging him with my shoulder. I knew my mother would be happy to have to suit me up in a dress, I usually never dressed up due to the fact that I liked looking sleek and casual. But I guess standing around Alex didn't make me look casual, I'd begun to notice that I looked much more like the ideal pretty rich girlfriend. When we passed by shop windows I saw a red haired girl who knew how to dress, she didn't look like me... but then she did.

What had happened to the skater me? The one who was calm and collected, who sat in the background watching the action rather than being it. I was never the main attraction, at least, not until now. I was never suited to be one of those pretty preps who could say something without thinking much of it, I was just too self conscious when it came to talking to other people I didn't know. It wasn't that I was afraid to voice my opinion, or at least now that was no problem, but I felt changed. From my timid and somewhat 'in the background' personality to someone who could easily stand up for herself as well as someone who could enjoy herself without thinking how she looked to other people.

"You say it like you didn't know I was one," he chuckled, I rolled my eyes at him as we entered the ice skating rink. I tossed my cider in the trash and pulled my money out of my jean pocket and began to wait for the line to move. As the two of us stepped up I quickly paid for the rentals and admission fee before Alex could pull out his wallet. "Hey I was going to pay. Now I'm going to have you owe you," he mumbled.

I frowned slightly. "I said I was paying," I huffed. "But if you want to pay me back you can give me a kiss on the cheek," I pointed to my cheek as we walked towards where the ice skates were stored.

"On the cheek? That's not paying you back, that's more like torture to me," Alex frowned, but had good humor in his voice.

"That's the point," I said smiling brightly. I kicked off my UGs and handed them to the girl at the counter. "Size 8 figure please," the girl scurried off grabbing a pair of white figure skates for me, replacing the empty spot with my shoes. "Thank you," I turned away finally unlatching hands with Alex as I went to put on my rented skates.

I sat on the ground and began stuffing my foot into the slender skate, my heel was the only thing I was having a problem getting on. I stood up and stepped on the skate my foot finally going in the pressure leaving my foot. I shakily bent down to tie my skates, but couldn't reach. I didn't feel like sitting down and tying them so I turned to Alex who already had his skates on. "Need help?" he asked grinning at my distress.

"Please?" I begged holding out a foot to him, Alex took it and laced it up quickly reaching for my other foot. "Thankyou," I smiled brightly as my other foot hit the padded flooring. It was odd standing on skates, I was much taller now, but that also meant that Alex was taller than his heaping six feet two inches. I wobbled over to the rink and got onto the ice, music was blasting and as I looked onto the rink familiar figures played into my sight.

"Cameron?!" it was Chris and Caleb. They came here every once in a while, but they'd been lucky enough to catch me by here today. Chris stopped shaving ice off the top layer. "Woah you're still alive!" he said exasperated, Caleb came up behind Chris and knocked him over to stop himself.

"Are you playing hooky, or are you coming to school Monday?" Caleb asked as Chris leaped to his feet and pushed Caleb over.

"What the ******** Caleb! The wall's there for a reason use it if you need it," Chris hissed bitterly as he looked back at me his light blue eyes shifting from sour to displeased.

I looked between the both of them missing having our band classes together. "Yeah, I'm coming back. Sorry about that, I was just really sick," I informed them, the two of them shifted glances and then shrugged.

"See you later then Cameron," Chris said as he skated off quickly, Caleb was back on his feet and went after Chris trying to keep up, but obviously wasn't going to be able to without cutting across the rink.

Alex came up on my side. "Hey can't catch me!" I told him and took off without another word, but I knew he probably could catch me. I kept skating and as the curve of the rink came up I cleared the turn and peered over my shoulder to look for Alex. "Where'd he go?" I breathed turning my head back forwards.

"Got you!" Alex boomed moving in to grab me. I ducked out of the way in the nick of time to go skating by him. "Hey! That's not fair," he frowned as I turned around and skated backwards sticking my tongue out at him.

"You're too slow!" I chastened him, I turned back around and went head on with another person. I was knocked to my butt on the ice as I skidded a few feet away. "Ah, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going," I rubbed my eye and saw a limber figure before my eyes. Light blonde hair, dark blue eyes, and fair skin. "Ryan?" I couldn't believe it, here he was right in front of me after trying to avoid me not only in school but in real life too.

Ryan blinked startled by my appearance. He looked around his dark blue eyes turning dark, he started to edge away. "I shouldn't be here," he muttered to himself.

"Wait what do you mea-" tears clouded my eyes, but not tears of sadness or joy, instead a burning sensation appeared in my nose and throat. I blinked my tears away and looked up at him, if I didn't know any better my eyes were amber. I rubbed my eyes hoping that he wouldn't see them, but it was too late.

Ryan let out a sharp breath. "You too?" he whispered, he knew what I was backing off heading for the exit.

"It doesn't matter, we could all still be friends," I told him my throat burning as I talked. It hurt, it felt like someone was siting hot coals down my throat and talking only agitated it more.

Ryan shook his head. "Don't you understand? We're born to be enemies Cameron, some things just can't be changed," he told me and left, for a moment I wondered if he was right, my throat burned as well as my nose and eyes. His eyes went soft for a moment but as he cast a look over my head he quickly turned and left hoping to keep his distance from whatever he had seen.

If I didn't know any better, I would say that he probably saw Alex. It pierced me through the heart knowing that the two had been best friends not too long ago, and now they had to be enemies because of blood lines and feuds. I frowned biting my lip with a sharp canine refraining the urge to chase him down, I stumbled back up to my feet.

I spun around to see Alex looking down at me, his eyes were dark for a moment but when he realized I was staring his expression lightened. "Hey your lip is bleeding," he informed me running his finger across my lip smearing the blood onto his finger. He wiped it on his pants, "How'd that happen?" I knew he was making inferences that Ryan had something to do with it, but that wasn't true. I wasn't going to allow to have him talk down about Ryan when he was innocent.

"I bit my lip," I said truthfully and then turned looking out of the glass of the rink walls into the outside of the rink. Ryan was nowhere in sight which was slightly disappointing, but at the same time somewhat relieving. I didn't want Alex to start an unnecessary fight that would definitely end badly.

Alex stared at me for a moment trying to tell whether or not I was lying. He nodded slightly before smiling as if erasing what had happened moments before. Had he seen the whole thing? Had he heard what we had said? Did it matter? "So what do you want to do now?" he asked as if bringing in the option of leaving.

"We've only just gotten here Alex, come on lets enjoy the rest of the night," I offered him a hand and he reached over to grab mine, but I swiped my hand away. "Come on, you still owe me that kiss on the cheek. You know we do have all night, especially when I could spend it running around all night."

Alex leered at me for a moment. "Then that means that you won't get your kiss," he told me probably thinking he had it all figured out.

I wagged a finger. "Nope! That means you won't have payed me back for paying for your admission here," I turned and began to skate at a steady pace as others skate quickly by, I'd give him a moment to catch up before leaving him in the dust (or would it be ice shavings?).

"I was holding back before," Alex mumbled trying to hide his excitement as he went on for the chase.


Music still filled my head with a numbing feeling, it felt weird to leave the ice rink and not be able to hear the music. It was quiet and quaint outside compared to the loud exciting vibe that the ice rink gave off, but it was nice to be leaving. I could finally get a break from this busy day and flop down in bed and go to sleep. I took a seat on the passenger side of the car and leaned back closing my eyes momentarily as Alex started up the car.

"So how was tonight?" he asked probably expecting me to tell him what had gone wrong and what could have been better. But today seemed like a perfectly fine day besides me confronting two vampires, for some reason I felt lost when it came to going near them. I had no idea what their capabilities were and what I should look out for.

"Great," I made sure to keep sarcasm out of my voice and told him truthfully. It was a good night overall, there was nothing I really could complain about, except - "you still owe me," I let a small fox like smile curl over my face.

Alex laughed in spite of me. "I hadn't realized how fast you became until tonight," he admitted running a hand through his short tousled hair.

It was quiet for a moment, but I couldn't really think of a topic to bring up to keep the conversation going. "What are the vampires like? I mean, I'm confused are they fast, do they sparkle?" silence set over for another moment before Alex inhaled deeply.

"Well, unfortunately they don't sparkle, if they did I'd have another excuse to make fun of them," he paused for a moment longer, I could tell he didn't like to talk about vampires. "They are fast, extremely fast... They're also strong, and they can't go into houses without being invited in. If it's another vampire's house they can go in without being invited in," I thought back to when Ryan entered houses, I remember the time when Jeb wouldn't let me go in to see Alex, but he had invited Ryan in... I just hadn't noticed. "Other than that most vampire myths are lies, they can cross over bodies of water, they don't die when you steak them with a wooden steak, crosses don't do anything to them, and the sun doesn't affect them what so ever. Usually they are pretty good looking, but they aren't extremely pale. They resemble just an overly good looking human, tan or pale or whatever color they were born with. Vampires also have social rankings, there is the highest ranking which is Pure Blood, which is a vampire who lives in a family of pure vampires without a drop of human blood. Then there are the Nobles, which make a quarter of the population and usually they're born vampires but somewhere in their blood line there was a human turned and made into a vampire, and then there is everything lower than a Noble. Those vampires are most commonly humans turned, but turning a vampire isn't that easy it takes too much work so most of the time humans aren't turned they're just drained of blood. Vampires do in fact live forever, or at least until something kills them and that thing is usually us wolves. But we don't kill them unless they've sported humans for blood, if they've turned a human we also have the right to kill the fledgling and the vampire that turned them. Younger vampires are rather unstable so when you get rid of them then you won't have problems in the future."

I took it in slowly thinking for a moment. It was just so different from what I had been expecting, well Ryan walked in daylight without wincing, he swam in water and crossed bridges without a problem, and the only thing he didn't seem to like was fire. "What ranking is Ryan then?" I questioned, I had grown up with him and I'd seen him grow as I grew. Did that mean he was either a Noble or Pure Blood?

Alex pursed his lips. "His family is one of the few Pure Blood families," he informed my dryly and then I understood why Alex couldn't be near Ryan without seeming like a traitor.

"Are we allowed to kill Pure Bloods?" I asked him.

"No. Even if they kill a human we aren't allowed to lie a finger on them, the vampire society claims they need Pure Bloods to keep their culture together. The Pure Bloods are like the kings and queens, while the Nobles run everything else in the vampire world. Even harming a Pure Blood would resort to the whole vampire society putting bounties on our heads," he said blandly. "But, Pure Bloods are usually the betters of the vampire society, they try to keep order and don't usually attack humans. You can leave that to the Nobles and lower ranks to get their hands dirty."

So was he... defending Ryan? "So what about us wolves, what do we do?" it was kind of apparent but I still wanted the straight full answers.

"The wolves are the keepers of order. Usually we're here to make sure vampires don't go out of step in our territory. If they do, we take care of it and cover up the kill and make sure it seemed as natural as possible. The vampires of course don't like us, and if you've noticed we don't like them that much either. It's like the Holocaust, except the Germans are the vampires, America is us, and the Jews are the humans," he explained, I brought myself to think for a moment. That made perfect sense, but this 'Holocaust' had been going on much longer before the World Wars started.

I placed a finger on my lip. "So in short we're the good guys and vampires can be neutral or bad, but usually not good. So what can we do? Let me guess, we're super fast, strong, sharp senses practically the things that vampires are except we change into huge vicious wolves. I know wolf blood is hereditary so a bite isn't going to change you like in the movies, I'm guessing the moon doesn't really affect us, and silver is a... maybe?" I estimated looking over at Alex.

"Well, yeah if you wanted to put it simply. And the silver stuff is just another myth, usually we heal automatically when we get hurt. The moon actually does help us, it makes us stronger at night, and if there are any recent scars you have from getting hurt most of the time they'll go away when you let it get a little moonlight," he corrected me quickly and peered over at me with a small smile caressing his lips.

"So we're immortal too?"

"Yeah, if a vampire doesn't kill you. Unlike them we have beating hearts and a pulse, but some of the vampires have special abilities, they vary but they can get annoying."

"Do wolves get any special abilities?" it was stupid question, I knew that answer to that. But you know if we did have abilities that would make everything worth more while.

"Yeah we can spit fire-- No, wolves don't have abilities... I mean I know a wolf who has an ability, but that's extremely rare. More rare than a vampire, wolves are usually built with what they need if they have an extra ability that person is usually the pack leader or a loner. The ratio of being one of the few wolves with an ability is 1 in 500,000 and trust me I don't think there are that many werewolves in the world," he confirmed my suspicion.

"What can they do? I mean the wolf with the ability..." I trailed off finding myself intrigued by learning all of the things I would need to know being a werewolf.

"Phasing or you know... walking through objects. It's weird, but cool at the same time."

"Who is it?"

Alex seemed reluctant to tell me for a moment. "Tiffany."

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✖My name is ••• Isabella Moreno
✖Also Known As ••• Bella, Bells, or Is.
✖Blood Type ••• Pure
✖Yes, I'm A ••• Witch
✖I am ••• Sixteen and currently in my Junior year of Hogwarts.
✖The Hat Said ••• Slytherin
✖My story goes like this ••• Before you get started on my appearance, and how I look like one of those prissy rich girls, I want to tell you that you're wrong. You wouldn't be wrong about me not being Middle Class, or poor. My family is one of the many Pure Blood Wizard families in the Magick world, but specifically my family originated in Spain where our main house hold resides. We also have a Villa in Mexico and a Condo in England so when I'm not in Hogwarts I'm always flip flopping around the globe. Like most people with a Spanish heritage I'm able to speak fluent Spanish even though I carry a British accent. If you're wondering about my childhood, well all I can tell you was that it was boring. B-O-R-I-N-G. My were and are never usually around, they were full fledged wizards and had numerous 'important' jobs keeping them astray from me. When I did see them, I'd get a kiss on the forehead, a few words of wisdom, and commonly lectured about how my time would be in Hogwarts when I got there. My parents (when they were actually near me) had told me stories on how they had met in Hogwarts, both of their families had sent them from Spain to Hogwarts rather than a local school due to the hundreds of years of hospitality and their great head masters 9the greatest one being long dead for about three hundred and something years).

When I was brought to Hogwarts to was a little certain that I was different from most of the people there. I guess you could say there weren't many other Spaniards in a school in England. Mainly English people... I guess that makes sense. But Hogwarts grew on me, I was placed into Slytherin which I had been quite happy about, not that I had anything against the other three houses. It was just my father had taken a reputation in the Slytherin house as a good Quidditch player as well as a good, but rebellious student (what ever happened to that side of him?). I guess you could call me my father's female mirror, I'm usually a pretty laid back person who likes to mind their own business, but you know there are times when people like to bother you. I'm not short tempered, but I do have a tendency to be somewhat mischievous when it comes to being out of classes, I'm usually caught doing something wrong like casting a charm on someone. But I'm not a jerk or b***h about it, I usually only do it to people I'm friends with. In class I'm usually a good student, there are times when I'm easily distracted, but trust me I'm not a suck up and when I don't like a teacher I'm not afraid to be straight forward with them and get sent to the Headmaster. Personally, I think the Headmaster loves me and enjoys seeing me sent to his office at least once every two days.

If you're wondering about what I do in spare time or what my best academics are then here we go. Mostly in my spare time I spend it studying for Potions, I'm horrible at potions. I always find the wrong ingredient and mix things up usually causing some kind of catastrophic event. My best subject has to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, I don't know why but I'm good at spell casting rather than potion mixing. My next class in line is Charms, which I do enjoy as well. When I'm not in class or studying I do take some time to work out and no I am not a cheer leader for the Quidditch team, actually I'm part of Slytherin's Quidditch team. I prefer to play the Keeper, but when the Captain assigned me position of the Seeker you can guess that I wasn't one happy duck.
✖My personality ••• Mischievous ☁ Sarcastic ☁ Good willed ☁ Cocky ☁ Humorous ☁ Flirtatious
✖My Dear Wand ••• My wand is made of Ivory, but has been delicately been painted over a smokey gray, it's about 12 inches long and winding up the gray wand is gold ivy which stops at a point about five inches from the tip, the core is made from a head spike of a Hungarian Horntail dragon.
✖Behind the scene ••• xxP i k a

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❝Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow.❞

Isabella Mareno
Slytherin's Spanish Pure Blood Witch

The day was still new, but Isabella felt like crap. Her parents had been too 'busy' to wish her a farewell, it was as if they didn't care... Oh wait, they did that's why they left her a note faxed to their Condo in London for Bella to read. It was a simple note, but still they couldn't have taken the time to actually call her on her ring phone? Well, too late for that now all of Bella's electronics were back in the Condo, the magic in the school interfered with the world's newer and more evolved technology. The driver of the black hover car stopped in front of the entrance to Kingcross station, he motioned as if about to get out but Bella waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry about it Julian, I got this," she told her escort as she slipped on her wide sunglasses and closed the door behind her carrying her cat's carry case in one hand. Julian had kindly popped the trunk as Bella set Rosh (her cat) on the side walk for a moment a few inches from her feet. "Do you need help miss?" it was one of the people who worked at the station, he had a cart for her. Isabella flashed a grateful smile as she picked up Rosh's carry case. "Could you please hold this for a moment? I don't want him to be spooked by the hover cars passing by," the man took her cat's case, the case was level enough for Bella to look in at her Bangle cat, who had deep coppery golden fur splotched with dark brown spots similar to a leopard. Isabella quickly loaded her luggage onto the cart, she in total had one large case, a smaller bag, her broom stick wrapped up, and Rosh's carry on case. "Gracias I'll continue on my own from here on out," quickly she thanked the man who seemed pleased with himself as she rushed for the platform. Was she late? Had she missed the train? Her parents would kill her if she was late and missed the train. They probably didn't want to have to contact Hogwarts and explain her absence and then bring their daughter in themselves.

Sighing slightly to herself Bella headed towards platform 9 & 3/4. As she reached the wall in between wall she rounded the corner to see a few people scout around and run through the wall. There were a few first years who failed utterly making Bella giggle slightly to herself, peering around she then grasped her cart more firmly and headed straight through the wall in a fast walk. The world seemed to change astronomically, the new muggle world was gone replaced by oil lit lamps, and a steam engine train. Personally Isabella favored the old Wizard world much over the technology obsessed muggle world. There were no computers, phones, video games, hover cars, it was only you and your feather quill pen. Isabella headed over to quickly load her luggage while pulling out the robes she would need to change into on the train. She kept her small bag and Rosh's travel case with her as well, she wasn't about to cram him in with all the other luggage like some animal abuser. Isabella stepped onto the train welcomed by the familiar scents of pumpkin juice and other treats that would be sold on the train ride to Hogwarts. Who couldn't enjoy a nice box of Berty Bots, or even a Chocolate Frog? Making a pit stop in the bathroom Isabella changed into her green and black robes and neatly folded her muggle clothing and shoved it into her small knapsack she had with her. Scanning herself over in the small mirror, Bella pulled an elastic off of her wrist and tied her hair into a ponytail, it made it seem to much neater as her dark brown hair fell down her back.

The train was already shoved full of people, which made it even harder to find a seat. Most of the other Slytherin house students filled the booths full not able to spare an extra seat for Isabella. The Spanish teen took in a deep breath her small bag slung on her shoulder, while she had Rosh's carry case in her hand, her blue eyes met the window to outside, steam collected on the outside making the window fog up, Bella traced her finger on the fog of the window. She wrote down 'Slytherin does it better' and went back to scouting for a seat on the train. As she headed further and further back in the train, the booths started to empty up slightly. 'Good, I'll be able to grab an empty booth,' Bella told herself as she finally found one, she slid the door open and threw her knapsack on the warm red leather. The train smelled nice, familiar, like her true home. It did sadden her to know that she would only be at her home for one more year and then she'd have to decide what to do with her life. Rosh let out a soft mew as Bella started to get settled in for the while. In the inside pocket of her robes she had some money for the little travel, she was probably going to buy licorice wands with the money she had. Who could resist them?

Isabella took her seat near the window. Outside was busy, busy, busy. Students were coming in by the dozen and tossing their luggage to the side where the men loading the things could put them on the train. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any Gryffindor members within a sniff away from her if you hadn't known by now, Slytherin and Gryffindor don't mix well at all. As Bella looked to her other side she noticed the students walking down the hall of the train, she saw a few of them peer in, but then quickly look away. It was obvious no one from the other houses was going to sit with a Slytherin. Not that it bothered her. At least she'd get a moment of silence and calamity to herself. Reachinng down Bella flattened her gray mini skirt, and grabbed her wand from on of her robe's inside pockets. She traced her finger over the wand, it was funny there could have never been a more fitting wand for a Spanish Witch. The bronzy brown on the wand, and the silvery rose vine that wrapped itself around the wand, with a few roses here and there. Sighing once again to hersled Isabella continued to fumble with her wand, it was going to be a long day today.

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Hogwarts. A fine school of witchcraft and wizardry, and maybe one of the best, has started a new school year. It is a time for old students to come back and for newer ones to arrive. It has been many years after he who must not be named has fallen and in the dark lurks his followers still keen on seeking revenge. But as time had flown the Muggle world had begun to pick up its pace as nano technology was taken a step further. The technologic world had begun to flourish as hover vehicles and other small items that did many different things at once began invented and placed into the market. Well, I guess you would expect that from the current time period at 2289. Although, as the Muggle world seemed happy and in peace with other countries the witches and wizards continued on as if nothing much had happened over the past few hundred years. For them, nothing really had happened. Magic clogs the frequency of electronics making them just useless pieces of plastic and metal in a witch of wizard's hand.

In Hogwarts we're mainly focused on the 7th years or the Senior witches and wizards. Each of them has been here for just about half of their lives, learning and studying magic as they grew. Some failed utterly at it, while other excelled more than others. This year Hogwarts has decided to plan a special year for their 7th years, unlike the other years before, these students seemed to hold a special place in the school. Some of them were related to Harry and Genny, or maybe Nevil and Luna, others just had a large amount of character making them lovable by most teachers they didn't abuse. Although, as the 7th years chatter in excitement and in despair at this being their last year at Hogwarts something has been waiting, hiding, waiting for the moment where people least expected it to hit. No, it isn't you know who (he's long dead by now buddy), but a new coven uprising to seek their revenge on the Harry's descendants as well as Hogwarts and other witches and wizards that helped bring you know who down.

Unluckily, they've caught they 7th years at a bad time. Their last year in Hogwarts should be its best, shouldn't it? But it's more possibly looking to be the worst. Little do they expect, their dream year of goofing off and having as much fun as possible in their last year might now come true. With the fighting and chaos that could be happening what if someone were to die? Surely that would ruin anyone's year, and I'm pretty sure that's not how you would want to remember living your last year in Hogwarts to be.

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o1. Literacy----» So as you can see the rules is going to be a pain in the butt to read. Buuut ! You must read it or I shall know (because I have awesome powers like that). So getting onwards with that I must say that this is an Adv. lit - elite roleplay. Which means I DO NOT accept people who are 'semi-literate' or 'literate'. Sorries, but that's the way it goes. Which means if you cannot type up four or more paragraphs (which consists of 7 - 10 sentences each) that means you aren't Adv. Literate or Elite. So leave right now instead of sending in a background check and getting a thumbs down from me.

o2. Posting----» Literacy, as in my last rule I included that you need at least four paragraphs per post. I DO NOT want to see any 'Oh I have writer's block' for the first three weeks of the roleplay. You need good grammar, great punctuation (which isn't too hard), and good spelling. When I say good grammar, I mean good. No one is perfect and of course we all make mistakes. ALTHOUGH, I do not want to see 'Gangster grammar' when you post. Your character may speak with incorrect grammar, but that doesn't mean the rest of your post should be incorrect. Punctuation is obvious, once again we make mistakes blah blah blah. I don't want to see this I dont like dogs One bit me when I was little and ive hated them ever since NO! I don't like run on sentences, nor do I like when people don't put 'apostrophes!'. Spelling, if you have Microsoft word... USE IT. Of course you should reread your post to make sure that you have the right word. It's annoying when you use the wrong there, their, or they're or your and you're. The computer doesn't correct mistakes like that so make sure you double check.

o3. OOC----» Make sure to take most of your OOC to the OOC thread. I don't want to see single posts in the thread just for OOC. That's what the OOC thread it for. But if it is completely necessary for you to include in the IC thread, when you post a post for you character you may use ( ) [ ] { } | | to express your OOC.

o4. Characters----» All characters are going to be OCs if you haven't guessed already. There will be spots that you may reserve and play, but once those spots are filled up they are taken. If your character's description says that they are a descendant from one of the main characters in book (ex. Harry Potter, Ron, etc.) then somewhere you should mention that in your bio. Although if you do have a character who is a descendant, you are no better than any of the other characters. Being related to Harry doesn't make you stronger, smarter, or better than anyone else, ok? If in your description it doesn't mention anything about you being a descendant of a cannon, then you aren't. Don't put that you're Draco's great great great granddaughter when I haven't put that in the description.

o5. Background check----» Background checks will be put down in the background check post. With that I want you to send in a link to examples you have done, as well as I want you to state what character you want. That will all be put into a code for you to send to me. The tittle of the PM will also be in that post. If I think you are good enough I will accept you to start working on your profile and I will reserve the spot you wanted as well. ALTHOUGH, if I decline I do not want you to whine asking why. That will only make me decline you further. Once I say no, that no is final.

o6. Profiles----» Once your profile is done I would ask that you post it in the OOC thread for everyone to look at and read. DO not PM it to me please, just post it in the OOC thread. When revising the profile I expect everyone to use constructive criticism. I don't want anyone be mean towards the person who made the profile. I and the mods will accept the profile after edits are made and such.

o7. TOS----» Follow the Gaia TOS. Romance is encouraged as well as fighting and blood and guts and stuff. But of course don't go too far with either one. No one wants to hear you describe how you kill someone, and no one wants to read your love affairs with someone else when it goes too far. Gaia is PG-13, just like some of the recent movies I have watched not too long ago. For romance fade to black if needed. Also, swearing. We don't need someone mouthing off every other word. You may swear once in a while or once every few sentences, but there is no need for repeated swearing.

o8. Activity----» I don't ask much more than you posting at least once every two days. Like I had said earlier, I want this to be a long term roleplay. Of course the plot will develop further as we get in, but that can't happen if everyone drops out. Please don't make me reserve a spot to then have you send in the profile and never post. Please be reasonable. If you are going away from a while please notify me so we can NPC your character.

o9. Stealing & End----» Well Duckies, I love you all. Sorry for the long and serious rules, but I needed to get it down. Please no flamming or advertising on this thread or I will kill you ten times over again. ALSO! I spent five days making this roleplay in my testing thread (my stupid computer has viruses and shuts down on me every five minutes). YOU EFFING STEAL ANYTHING AND I'LL KILL YOU! That includes any of my material I spent my time making for this roleplay. If you wish to use something ASK, depending on what it is I might let you use it.

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Gryffindor


Harry Potter's Descendant Female ; 17 years of age : Known around the school as one of Harry Potter's true great great great grandchildren is this young lady. She's peppy, friendly, and loves to be around other people. She's not at all like her older relative and doesn't look back much to being one of Harry's grandchild. Personally, to her she could care less whether she was related to him or not. Her best subject is Charms, while she lags greatly at History of Magic compared to her best friend in Hufflepuff (Luna's Descendant). Open

Ron Weasley's Descendant Male ; 18 years of age : The boy might be Ron's descendant, but if you took one look at him and saw the numerous amount of books he carried, you'd know that he acted nothing like the red head. Commonly sarcastic, down to earth, and matter of fact is Weasley's descendant. He resembles more of Hermione than Ron himself. The boy loves studying and learning about new things. There aren't many things that come to as a challenge to him, but he is commonly teased due to his brains. Making good friends is hard to come by, but he survives hanging around with Harry's descendant quite a bit he after all doesn't have anywhere else to go that would treat him so nicely. Open

Mudblood Witch Female ; 17 years of age : Despite being Muggle born this girl tries not to let it get to her. To most people she comes off as a shy and timid girl, she spends most of her time outside or working in one of the three green houses. She loves taking care of the plants and finds herself interested with all the different things they can do. She prefers the Magick world compared to the Muggle world where people are on a rampage with technology. She'd much rather just stick to her and her feather quill pen.Open


Slytherin


Draco Mafoy's Descendant Male ; 18 years of age : Draco's descendant isn't as bad as you would think him to be. Ok, so maybe he's as a*****e, jerk, and cocky b*****d at times, but you know it's passed down through the genes. He just can't help it. Although, he has no links what so ever with the you know who and is just your typical school douche, or at least that's how Gryffindor looks at him. He's good looking, blonde, and on the Quidditch team, girls on Slytherin (and some in some of the other houses) drool over him. He's commonly caught hanging around his best friend (The Pure Spanish Witch), who he's usually trying to teach how to be better at Potions which is his best subject. Open

The Pure Spanish Witch Female ; 18 years of age : Born and still living is Spain is our Pure blood Spanish Witch. She's usually caught hanging around Draco's descendant, but don't worry she doesn't share the same personality. She's a pretty laid back person, mischievous at times, flirtatious, and definitely has her own level of pride and honor as she's the Seeker of Slytherin's Quidditch team. This Spanish witch is definitely not one to be messed with though, she does have somewhat of a bad temper and is commonly sent to the head master's office everyday for doing something wrong. She hates the Popular witch and can barely stand being near the other girl. Her best subject has to be Defense Against the Dark Arts, but when it comes to Potions she's usually the one blowing things up. Reserved

The More Than Annoying Wizard Male ; 17 years of age : The younger of the two more renown Slytherin house members. Many could easily classify him as more than annoying, he usually tries to hang around the Spanish Witch and Draco's descendant by messing up somehow. It's either by saying something about the Draco kid's blonde hair, or asking why the Spanish Witch has a British accent rather than a Hispanic one. He screws up all the time and try as he might he always aggravates the two older 7th years in his house. Open


Hufflepuff


Luna's Descendant Female ; 17 years of age : This girl is the meaning of strange, she does strange things, she says strange stuff, and yet is loved by many of the Gryffindor house members. She's commonly caught lurking around in places she shouldn't be, and she loves to be around animals. Her best friend is Harry's Descendant, usually this young woman will try to be around her as much as possible. Her favorite subject is Care of Magical Creatures, but she's fairly good at History of Magic. Open

The Cool Wizard Male ; 18 years of age : This guy is the 'other' guy that girls fret and obsess over. He's cool, calm, and collected and never really seems to care much about everything. Really, what is it with girls these days and the tall, dark, and cold? His best subject is Defense Against the Dark Arts, he has it with the Spanish Witch and Draco's descendant... but he definitely doesn't like the Slytherin duo. Open


Ravenclaw


The Class Clown Male ; 17 years of age : Here he is, the one and only class clown! Isn't class boring unless something happens? Well, at least it is to the Class Clown, who always finds someway to make something funny happen even if it gets him sent to the Headmaster's office. Usually he plays his little tricks on teachers and who get blamed? The Spanish Witch! Oh the joys of charms. The Class Clown is usually seen with Ron's descendant as he always finds a way to make the humorless bookworm laugh. Open

The Popular Witch (or is it b***h?) Female ; 18 years of age : Pretty, popular, and smart is the popular witch. She always loves hating on other girls and pissing them off along the way. Usually she can get any guy she wants, she's dated Draco's descendant and a bunch of other good looking wizards that witches would kill to even have them talk to them. This girl doesn't even bother hiding what she's trying to say, she's blunt, rude, and will steal away any guy that she wants. Open