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In blind fury, Ceon picked up a nearby glass and chucked it at the door as Layna slammed it behind her. "FINE!!!" he screamed, "SEE IF I ********* CARE YOU DAMN MUTT!!!" As soon as his screaming subsided, he fell down to the ground, shaking. Ceon flipped out a cigarette quickly and lit it with a quivering hand. He was partially turned, most of his body covered in white fur, while his eyes were pitch black. The enraged lycan took a long drag, then let the smoke seep out of his mouth before inhaling it. He looked up at Eden, hurt in his eyes, "I.....I'm sorry you had to see me like that. Today....today just hasn't been a good day....not good at all..." Ceon puffed furiously on the cigarette, letting the nicotine ease his nerves the best it could.

Ceon breathed haggardly and ashed the cigarette on the carpet that was already crusted over with blood. He stared at the ceiling, sorrow and anger mixing together throughout his being. "All I wanted was to be in a family again...Now my own children don't recognize me..." He glanced over, recalling the night he had so long ago with Eden, and the events that proceeded after. "Whatever happened to...you know...", he asked as he scanned her skinny figure, no longer a trace of pregnancy on her.

Ceon smoked that cigarette down to the very end, then ashed it on the counter as he got up. Eden said she wasn't lecturing him, but it was the same lecture that every person that knew him had given him. Nobody ever really stopped to think about the good he done, all the times he had faced the odds to protect his pride and his family. It was then that he realized it; he was doing with the other lycans what Jaden had done with them when the humans found out about immortals. He kept them hidden because they were afraid of what could happen.

Ceon flipped his head over when he heard the gentle sobs of his the woman in his apartment. Reluctantly he walked over to her. He had mixed feelings, seeing on how they were never on the best of terms. Slowly, Ceon reached out his arms and embraced her, hoping she wouldn't punch him. They both needed some sort of comfort. "I....I got you..."

Ceon burst through the door with a dead member of the Nightwatch being dragged by his right hand. The renegade vampire had succumbed to a snapped neck at the hands of the Alpha lycan. Ceon would notify Rogue of his finding as soon as he got what he needed. These vampires occasionally patrolled through the apartments to make sure that stray lycans were not hiding in the desecrated homes. With a stride, Ceon dropped the carcass and headed to his closet, where he kicked clean through the plaster. A massive vault was hidden behind the facade, with which Ceon had held all of his belongings that had any sort of real value. He placed his eye to the retina scanner and a thin ray of light glided over his eyeball. The vault reacted with a charming 'ping' and the door squeaked open. Inside lay a myriad of weapons, from the tiniest pistols to hulking machine guns.

With a strong grip, Ceon reached towards some clothes that suited his fancy more than the suit Rogue left for him and pulled them off the hangers. Within minutes, Ceon was adorned with jeans, boots, an old band tee shirt, and a long black overcoat with straps and pockets on the inside. He then set to fit as many weapons as possible on his person, all filled with UV bullets. This was all happening so fast. It wasn't too long ago that he stood over the bodies of contending lycans, roaring for his achievement of Alpha Male. Ceon then left as swiftly as he had come in, making sure that the vault was closed and locked.

(Exit)

Jacqueleen had followed Ceon to an Apartment that was more like a Condo when she entered. 'Way too big to be just an apartment.' she scoffed in surprise and with a glance at him, she noticed immediately his modesty toward his life.

Entering into a living room area, first noticing the piano. It was beautiful, with ivory keys, she only stared with longing for those days in the jazz bars of New Orleans. Jacqie mentally smacked herself when she caught herself doing this and chuckled as if she had just been played by her malicious memories and just rolled her shoulders lightly. Having the dead body there, did not even bother her in the least.

Jacqueleen unconsciously began to unzip her boots to respect his place and not track around in it, as she bent over slightly, her hair glinted a deep red in the dim lighting of his Apartment, as it dangled over - so lengthy and full. Her eyes focused on the accomplishment of getting these damned boots off.

As she managed her boots and organized them against the wall, next to the door, Jacqueleen noticed this man had a purpose for her and her playfulness kicked in, "What do you want?" she asked bluntly and only smirked lightly and then began to adventure around his place, not asking at all. She skipped right over to the piano too. Her eye lit up as she slid onto the stool, she stared in reminiscence of the days..

Jacqueleen only simmered down and got a knock in the head with his question of what she wanted. She contemplated a moment 'What I want...?'. She was confounded by his inquisition and she only glanced at him long and hard with her eyes, almost piercing, as her past seemed to bubble up and want to seem over the top.

Instead, she flicked her right index finger up at him, for a moment of silence. With a complete and utter seriousness, she played a soft-toned melody. The notes rang a happiness into the heavy atmosphere of the apartment where stress seem to be carried. She permitted him to have his moment of relaxation for a bit longer and continued playing this melody that just rang and picked up the mood of the staled air in the place. Jacqie's fingers swept across the keys as if she knew it her entire life.

After a few minutes of this peaceful song, her hands swung at her sides and she only kicked her legs up & over the stool, instead of the usual slide off. She pranced up over to the windows that were closed. Jacqueleen grabbed the blinds, pulling them up, allowing the starry night to light up the area and then pulled against the old, unused windows to bring in a burst of fresh air. She continued to do this throughout the entire apartment, mentioning boldly "It's awfully stuffy in here.", glancing over at him, "No offense..haha!" laughing at her lack of 'think before you speak' habit once more.

After he was possibly weirded out by her movement, she searched for his radio and tuned it appropriately to her favorite alternative rock station. Jacqie's eyes squinted with approval and a smirk formed as she turned to him and find her way beside him, sitting on the other side of the couch but crossed her ankles right over his lap, propping the side of her head up with the kink of her right wrist. She seemed to vibrate with the question he asked still. 'What do...I want....hmmm.'. Finding herself, she chuckled again, speaking her mind as she always did with a flail of her hands, "...I want a home.". As her eyes focused, like they never do. She was almost perplexed by it and then she continued, "Just like everyone else. So what we need to do, is not worry about who is in the home, or how many is in it but the condition of the home." and her eyes flicking up to the ceiling and then over the radio.

Directly after her answer, Jacqueleen's lemon-squeezed eyes narrowed in on him and asked, "...Now your turn." she asked him. Regardless of what he asked her or what he said he "wanted", she still wanted to address the question against him as well. Diverting a bit of what she was asking also, she mentioned, "Why do YOU have that piano anyways...?", reluctantly asking because she personally fancied a man who could play the piano, "It's not like you play it or nothin. It's a family heirloom, huh?" she doubted instintively, not sure of what his answer might be.

Jacqueleen watched him get in touch with his emotions quickly. Her eyes admired the story he told but the story came alive when she peeked a glimpse at his face. The story this man's face could tell, would simply destroy him if he did not assert himself back to those days of 'what used to be'.

As he rang the piano key, the night breeze swept into the apartment soothingly. Jacqie watched his pensive eyes, dive deep into the abyss of his past. She only watched him for but a moment and then resonated another piano key, higher-pitched in a ring of joy. Jacqueleen looked over at him to lock his gaze and looked into his soul and spoke with a tinge of wisdom she knows very well, "Ya know...there is nothing wrong with missing the past. It's okay to re-visit it in your mind, but be careful as you tread through that darkness, for it can & will consume you and everything dearest to you." she whispered it but it seemed to hum throughout the apartment.

Her eyes glanced downward to the right and she fluttered her lashes upward to glance around the apartment,"Some things....", playing three key notes of a celtic harmony, to implore her sincerity, "...need to be let go. But others, can be dusted off & re-used again." as she took her left palm, in what seemed to be years, dusted the top of the piano to reveal it's marvelous shine. Jacqueleen only took her right palm to do the same to the top of his head, "...there now. I've dusted you off.", she smiled lightly to him, "Now, it's time to stop feeling bad & allowing yourself and your life decompose in this dust of your past.", her mood appearing child-like but approached with a mature stance.

And as the moon was settling into the sky, she glanced over out into the sky from the nearby window and inhaled, as if she would just breathe in that aromas of the stars and exhale the magic they contained. Jacqueleen's eyes shifted downard in sympathy for this very complex man and then stood up abruptly to find his coffee-maker, filters and coffee. As it may have taken longer than normal, she began making coffee and she glanced over to him "A night cap!" she smirked over at him.

Ceon may have been confused as to why, she only shook her head, "The planning begins now. And yes....I'll help you." she nodded to him confidently, with sternness in her lemon-glinted eyes, full of promise.