Erica was having the time of her life. The whole time she was dancing she would have a few guys come up and dance along with her, and a few girls also. While dancing she felt the presence of someone she knew. It was Haley. Erica quickly ran in to hug her tightly. Once they broke away from the hug Haley told her about how she saw Mikayla’s other car in the parking lot. A chuckle would slip from between Erica’s lip as she ran a hand through her hair. “Yeah. I hope Mikayla doesn’t get too mad that I used her car.” She said loudly over the music. Ever since what happened with the accident of her crashing and almost dying Mikayla was a stickler about Erica even getting close to a car. Mikayla promise Anya that she would watch over her daughter and make sure she was okay at all times, Mikayla never wanted to break that promise with a best-friend that she had lost. Erica then bit on her lower lip as her mind began to wonder to a different subject.“Where’s Dylan?” She added as she raised an eyebrow. Erica always had a slight attraction towards Dylan, but she figured he would never take anything serious with her because he knew how he was. A player.
 

Bones smiled as Mills laughed. He loved it when he could get her to do that. “Nah, it’s not illegal to help a girl out by finding her wallet for her. You know I’ll give it back. It’s not like she doesn’t practically live in my house all the time,” he said with a shake of his head. The twins and Mills were always over there. It was as if they were a little messed up family of their own. It was practically a zoo when Seph and Circe got into arguments. That’s when he would get upset. He used to have a family. A wife and daughter. When there wasn’t an argument going on it meant something was wrong. But they all loved each other. Once. “Just as soon as she comes in to check with us, she’ll get her wallet b-“ Bones was cut off because he noticed the girl who was sitting near them. His jaw dropped for just a moment before he quickly shut it. “Sorry, I thought you were…” he trailed off. Tess had been just a little girl when he left. Well, maybe not a little girl, but she was barely a teenager. Probably only thirteen. But there was no mistaking those dark hair and blue eyes. They were Bones’s eyes. “Tess?” he said. It was barely audible. Practically a whisper. Could have been lost over the loud music and people shouting. He swallowed hard as he looked at her, almost hoping that the girl would say, ”Sorry, you’ve got the wrong girl.” Because then he wouldn’t have to deal with the guilt he felt even now just looking at what could be her look-alike. Did half-werewolves stay alive forever as well? It was a mystery he’d always wondered when she was younger, but when his wife had taken her the question faded from his mind. He had assumed his daughter was dead. He even grieved her occasionally. Whenever Circe or Seph said things to him that reminded him of Tess, he’d grab a drink and do a toast to her. Apologized to her over and over in his head for being such an awful father. For not staying with them. For abandoning her and letting her mom take her from him.

All that juice had gone straight to Amelia’s bladder, and while she tried to hold it in, she started to wriggle, and then couldn’t fight the feeling anymore. She had been keeping up her conversation with Shane, and then excused herself to use the bathroom for legitimate reasons, not cause she wanted to be sick, but because she needed to tinkle. Heading towards the bathroom, some other girl came out and looked at Amelia, saying; “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you.” Amelia was bouncing, and shook her head.“I’m not going downstairs, this is closer.”

Opening the door, the sight that met her eyes had her nearly fall over in shock. There was Galtem, practically licking the inside of Jennifer’s mouth with his tongue while feeling her up something shocking. Amelia thought she would pee her pants in shock. WHAT..THE..HELL? Her mind screamed. Wasn’t Jennifer with the boy next door like William? And then another thought struck her. Galtem said he was trying to curb his womanizing ways…..this…was clearly not a good day for making such pledges. Amelia’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, and she didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t just enter a stall and start peeing, while they were at it like energizer bunnies. “Ohhh.” It was the only sound to emerge from her lips, and then she uttered.“I…think I will use the one downstairs.” She spun on her heels, and took off back out of the bathroom, pushing her way through the crowd, with her bladder about to explode.

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This wasn’t as if Jennifer’s brain had shut off and she was just going with the moment. Her brain was very much on. All the reasons of why this was a bad idea were very clear in her mind. The first of which was the hurt expression on William’s face that seemed to be engraved on the back of her eyelids. But she just closed her eyes tighter as she continued to kiss him gently. Her brain was also remembering Galtem’s touch. Galtem’s lips. Everything about him was familiar though it’d been over a hundred years since she’d felt this. Though, this was much more gentle then she remembered Galtem ever being. Nothing about their relationship had been gentle.

He moved away and she was left looking up at him, smiling for a moment. But after a second her expression changed. Was he really the one who was going to stop? After all the years she thought he was the one with no self-control. It should be Jennifer breaking the kiss, not him. But as soon as his lips were off of hers she knew that she should get out of there. Without a word she was going to just leave the room. It was the smart thing to do. But neither of them felt very smart in this moment. His lips found hers again. She couldn’t help but smile. This was the Galtem she knew and she could not get enough of him. His hand moved from her face to her waist. Her entire body was aware of his hands on her body and it screamed for more. He pulled her closer to her. Their bodies fit together perfectly just how they always had. In this moment it seemed impossible that either of them could be with anyone else when they were this perfect together. She responded to his tongue with her own, shivering as his hands ran down her waist and onto her thighs. Her hand moved to the back of his neck, grabbing onto his hair and running her hands through it. He lifted her leg up around his waist and pressed her against the wall. It was a good thing he did because she was just sure she wouldn’t have been able to hold herself for much longer. The dizziness she had felt when she saw Caleb all came back to her but for a completely different reason. This didn’t stop her from pulling him even closer to her if that was even possible. The kiss was aggressive and with every moment she wanted more. The thoughts she’d had earlier about William and it being a bad idea were slowly disappearing and being replaced by only Galtem. His lips moved to her neck and she gasped in pleasure as he softly bit at it. “Galtem…” she said, it almost started out as a moan. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered, but her expression said otherwise. She had to say it, but she didn’t want him to stop. Even as she said the words she held him to her. But at that moment Amelia walked in. Amelia. One of she and William’s closest friends. She and William’s. Her leg dropped onto the ground and looked at Amelia with a horrific expression. “Shit…” she muttered. She was breathing heavily and it started to quicken pace as she began to panic again. What had she just let happen? And why didn’t she feel more guilty about it?

Mills didn’t exactly know what was going on, so she just kind of awkwardly sat, sipping her drink and trying not to look at the two. Seph and Circe were peering at them from their spot at the bar, a little curious. Circe was eyeing both Tess and Alec at the same time, trying to decide which had left Bones speechless. Tess, on the other hand, just stood there, staring at her father. She tried to blink away tears, and a watery smile came to her lips. “Hi.” Brilliant, Tess, just brilliant, just say hi. She mentally reprimanded herself, her hands shaking slightly. She reached to tug at her black corset to occupy them. Suddenly, the garment seemed too tight. She couldn’t breath. And then she realized, it wasn’t the corset – she just really couldn’t breathe. She could breathe in alright, but the breaths didn’t come out, they just stayed and piled up. It was starting to become uncomfortable, suffocating.

Now that their perfect moment was over, the guilt was starting to set in. But to her dismay, that didn’t make the other feelings go away. When he stepped away from her, she only wanted to reach out and pull him back. It was frightening how strong that feeling was. Jennifer managed to keep her hands to herself. She watched Amelia leave, absolutely horrified at the fact that she had walked in on that. Having a witness made it more real. It meant that it had actually happened and there was another person for William to find out from. Galtem seemed as disappointed as she was that their time together had been cut short and she just looked over at him, worry in her eyes. He said that she wouldn’t tell, but Jennifer wasn’t so sure. Amelia met Jennifer and William at the same time so it wasn’t as if she had more loyalty to one or the other. Amelia would end up doing what she felt was right. And that could very well mean that she would want to let William know that his girlfriend made out with another man. But a part of her felt grateful to Amelia. She couldn’t imagine how much worse she would be feeling if they’d gone any further. And there was no question of if they would have gone further. Jennifer would have done absolutely anything in that moment. She looked up at him as he stepped towards her and she swallowed hard, trying to bite back her feelings, but they would not go away. He fixed her dress and his fingers inevitably grazed her skin. His touch was electrifying and she longed to be back against the wall with him on the other side of her. Her lips parted a little when he said the next words. He loved her? Since when? When they were dating, maybe, but after? Or was this recent? He’d been so distant after they dated that she thought he was completely done with her. She was the one who never got over him. Not the other way around. Jennifer didn’t just makeout with every guy she was left alone in a room with, but Galtem might with any girl. But like that? She somewhat doubted he would kiss them likethat. She believed him, but it only made it worse. “No, don’t,” she told him, putting up a hand. Because him saying it only made her realize what she had really known all along. She loved him too. But she loved William. There was no doubt about how much she loved William. When Galtem had been gone, he’d been there. But as many times as she told herself that, she could not deny the strong feelings she had for Galtem. Had always had. He told her she should go. He was right. She looked up at him curiously when he said he made a promise. She wondered what he was talking about, but assumed he meant about him not being “a womanizer” anymore or something like that. She shook her head, knowing she had to leave at that moment or she never would, so she turned to go. But when she reached the bathroom door, she turned back around and walked back over to him quickly and got dangerously close to his face. Her voice was surprisingly strong. “We would have been perfect, you know?” she said, almost accusingly, but she was just stating a fact. “In a world where you hadn’t left and I hadn’t fallen in love with someone else. We were perfect,” she told him. There was nothing else she could say to that, but since she’d already made things awkward enough by saying that she was feeling bold. “And what promise did you make?” she asked in a tone that demanded an answer. She wasn’t going to let him brush it off.

Shane’s car pulled up the drive of Amelia’s apartment, and looked over at her, as she was picking at the fabric on the door’s interior. She had been quiet the whole way home, and Shane didn’t press her further on what took place. It was clear, she was already beating herself up about it, and the war within herself, on how to deal with what she now knew. Shane turned off the motor, and the pair sat there, as Amelia didn’t seem to be ready to jump out of the car.

“Amelia, you know it helps to talk about things.” He was using his charm trying to make her feel at ease, but Amelia wasn’t buying it. “Somethings shouldn’t be talked about.” Amelia replied, getting her purse, and fiddling with the catch. Maybe she wanted to, but part of her just wanted to clam up. “I wish this night never happened. I dunno. I’m not going to be able to look at either of them the same way.” Shane leaned over and toyed with one of Amelia’s plaits.“Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, huh?” Amelia blinked twice and then let out a sigh. “Galtem knew better…William…he deserves better.” She shook her head slowly. “If I loved a man…I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be in the same club, and off making out with an old flame. Damn, I know how it feels to find out the man you love…is in love with someone else.” She bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears. “I haven’t been able to love anyone else since.”

Shane became concerned. “Is that because you won’t let anyone else close to you? For fear of being hurt again?” The tears started to fall as he spoke, and he had nailed it. This was about Lysander. Galtem’s own brother. The man she gave everything for, only to lose him to her niece. “I’ve forgotten what love even is.” Amelia sobbed. Breaking down, she leaned forward, the sobs wracking her body. Shane placed his arm around her and drew her close. “And now you have lost friends…people you let close, cause they have betrayed the one they loved. Oh Amelia.”

Amelia pulled away, and wiped her eyes, smudging her mascara. “Thank you…for the ride home…and talk. I’ll be okay.”she lied, opening the car door, and closing it again. Shane watched her go inside, but in the back of his mind, he knew he was going to have to keep an eye on her.

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The headlights of Shane’s car were seen to pull away from the front window of Amelia’s apartment, as she stood and stared through the sheer veil of fabric. Amelia hadn’t even bothered to turn the room lights on, even a lamp, standing instead in darkness, peering out of her home. Why did she feel so down about what had transpired at the club? Not like her and Galtem were ever joined at the hip, or THAT close.

The light of Rattle’s tank was the only light being offered in the room, and Amelia turned around, wondering what to do with herself. For the first time ever she felt so very alone, and cold standing in that room. She picked up the remote for her stereo and clicked play, with Birdy singing “People, Help the People” Amelia tossed away the remote and reached for a cushion, bringing it up under her chin as she just stood. In truth, she had created the walls around herself, by working her days away, coming home only to sleep and watch movies. She really needed to get herself out of this funk if she was ever going to truly live again. Shane was kind….for a womanizing vampire D.A. He at least was open about how he had his lifestyle, not swinging back and forth making promises that he knew he couldn’t keep.

“I can’t go on like this…” Amelia thought to herself. Her eyes darted to a letter opener on her desk, and she walked across to it and picked it up, turning the sharp blade over and toying with it, before using it to start to slash the stuffing out of her cushion, rather than using it on herself. Fluff and stuffing poured out onto the floor, as she let the knife fall from her hands. She discarded the cushion and sank down onto her couch. “I don’t want to be alone anymore…”

There was only one way to change her situation….and maybe the new day would offer the answers.

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Alec was more confused than anything at this point. Here he had a beautiful woman before him, and he was working his magic, though the water thing may have been a little…lame…it had worked for him before. Though, this woman obviously wasn’t like other of her gender. It intrigued him, and only made him want to try a little harder to get into her head, which was literally no problem thanks to his powers as a Hybrid. Though, as she whipped her head around to face the two behind her, those long dark locks slapped him across the face, throwing off his current mind set.

Normally, he’d have been pretty aggitated by this, and would’ve picked a fight with the woman. This occassion, however, was different. Not because he was attracted to her, but because of her scent. The smell of her hair as it brushed his nose…it was intoxicating. It almost reminded him of his mother’s, but this smell, it meant more than a motherly bond, it meant something totally different. He’s always had a hair fetish, and the smell of hair was what triggered it. At that moment, his very soul had been set on the goal of bedding this woman, and not just one night. Even Rosa had been swept from his thoughts as he even contemplated something…long term…which was a rare thought for him in general.

He was pulled from his thoughts though, as she spoke. “Hi.” she said. She took the time to turn around, and now, at the sight of this man beside them, she was crying, yet she could only manage a hello? Something was up. There was a story here, and Alec intended to sit and get the whole thing. His eyes shifted from her, to the man she spoke to, taking in his appearance as one he knew. He was a werewolf, one of the main pack. Though he himself was part wolf now, he held a slight distaste for them man, signs of his vampiric upbringing. Though, this reunion was cut short when he noticed the shortening of her breaths, and the fact, that her shoulders were not falling with each one. Alec reacted without even thinking it. He placed a hand on her upper arm, gently, almost caressing it. Leaning into her ear, so that she would hear him over the music and crowds, he spoke softly, trying to calm her. “Breathe. Your having an anxiety attack. Just…breathe, calm down, steady your heart and you’ll be fine.”

Alec’s willingness to help her even after she mocked his friend (which he seemed not to have noticed, apparently) sort of added to the comforting she received from him, and she let out a shaky breathe. She gently moved his hand, avoiding looking at him. She’d set it straight with him later that this nervous, scared girl was not her. At least, not anymore. Both Alec and her father. But for now, the shock at seeing him suddenly became an absolutely beautiful joyousness, and as her tears became happy, she completely forgot she worked for Jace, that she had just killed a vampire mere minutes ago. “Daddy!” She rushed forward to hug him, having to stand on her tip-toes even in her heeled boots. She wrapped her arms around her neck with a quiet laugh, tucking the top of her head under his chin. She knew he felt that the divorce was his fault, even though it was really entirely Sarah’s.

Tess remembered that he was always out a lot. And when he was home, he hardly acknowledged Mark as his son, usually because he had awful hangovers. But she still loved him, then and now, only this time, she wasn’t going to let him walk away or let anyone else hold her back from walking away with him.

“Now wait a minute.” Mills’ voice didn’t exactly ruin the moment, and neither did her almost spit take seconds before it. “I’m missing something. Daddy? Tes- Oh. OH.” Finally, it dawned on her, and she smiled a bit shyly, standing as Tess pulled away from Bones. Tess smiled back, now ecstatic that her father had a friend – a pretty female friend. Mills raised her hand just beside her face instead of extending it. “Mills. Already know your name. Incredibly awkward if you haven’t noticed. I’m just going to.” She brought her glass back to her lips to silence herself, looking at Bones, then Alec, then Tess again, feeling a little more out of place than before. She could smell what Alec was, but she wasn’t going to point it out. She just hoped Bones overlooked it for the moment.

Bones never cried. He drank. Even after his divorce and his wife had taken absolutely everything from him, he spent the entire night at a bar rather than cried. But in this moment he was in very big danger to cry. Bones swallowed hard. When he asked if it was Tess she had given him a simple “hi,” confirming that it was. He was in disbelief. He was in shock. It all seemed impossible and yet when he looked at her he wondered how he had even doubted it. She seemed to be a little out of breath. She seemed as shocked as he was. But before he could go to her, the guy she was with had intercepted. Bones noticed him for the first time and wanted to growl. He could immediately tell what he was. A hybrid. Half vampire. Dangerous. But tearing this guy limb from limb would have to wait, because Tess had ran to him and thrown her arms around him. Bones’s eyes began to water and he wrapped his arms around his daughter, who he hadn’t hugged in over a hundred years. It was all so unreal to him that he held her as tight as he could, as if making sure she existed. That this was actually happening. He buried his face into the top of her head, taking in her scent. It was a familiar scent. Just barely recognizable. Mills’s voice brought him back to reality, but he continued to hold Tess until she broke away. As Tess and Mills conversed, he took that moment to wipe his eyes, covering all traces that he’d been crying. He set a hand on Tess’s shoulder, keeping her in arm’s distance. He was not going to let her out of his sight for a long time. “Mills is a good friend of mine,” he told Tess. “What are you doing here?” he asked her, still in complete shock.

Galtem gulped when she said the words ‘no, don’t’. He knew why, but he had to say that he loved her there’s so many things that he regrets on doing, that now he wants to make sure she knows that he always had feelings for her, and he isn’t only using her body as a get away, or for pleasure. He done it because he had feelings for her, even when that thing with River happen. What he did to River was more lust than any other thing, but whenever he had some time alone with Jennifer, he got his brain all messed up, and took him awhile to realize his feelings. Now he knows what are they, and its already too late.
He moved his hand away from her, and took a step back, allowing her to start walking away, she needed to leave now, or she would never get out of here. He began to nibble on his lower lip when he saw her walking towards the bathroom door. He was feeling his heart ache, because he felt this would be the last meeting, and he didn’t wanted that, it doesn’t matter if they would remain friends or not, he didn’t wanted this to be their last meeting.
Taking a deep breathe, he calmed down his nerves, and looked away, as he just waited for the sound of the door closing to show up, but it didn’t. All he could hear now was footsteps from Jennifer, he turned his head and saw her getting too closer to him again, he stared down at her lips then at her eyes, he just felt like kissing her again, but he couldn’t. Having self-control is so hard. Her words hit him deep, because it was the truth. He felt like she was blaming him, but he wouldn’t censure her, they could have been perfect if he wasn’t so dumb and didn’t left her, then she said she fell in love with someone else, William of course, he wasn’t that surprised, but it was still hard to face the truth.

Galtem pushed those thoughts away and took a deep breathe, looked down at his own feet, and placed his hands behind him. While he was looking down, he was thinking if he should tell her the promise, why not? At least she wouldn’t have second thoughts about him, he wanted to let her known that this 100years of his absent he only done it for her.
“I made a promised to William.”
He started with a low voice, before look back at her.
“While I was with Selene..I found out you was drinking, turning yourself into somebody you wasn’t, so I decided to meet up with William. I told him, I would be gone, so you could be yourself again, and have a happy life. I wouldn’t interfere your guys love life again.”
He told her with a slight frown, he knew the differences between himself and William, and that William was only good for Jennifer, but not Galtem. Even if he said he wouldn’t interfere he’s here right now.
“He’s like that all good perfect boy, or something. I figured he could take care of you, so I left. We know you stay better with him, he’s only good for you. I’m not good enough.”
He told her, as he felt his lower lip tremble for couple of seconds, and his eyes getting wet. Was he really going to cry now? The hell, get a hold of yourself, man. Taking a deep breathe, Galtem turned his head away, and took few steps away from Jennifer. Avoiding eye contact.
“Just go, he’s probably wondering where are you.”

Nicole continued nodding her head when Lizzy told her the guy’s name. “Gatlem Manzenli..” She said quietly to herself. Nicole have heard of this name before but nothing in detail about the person. Lizzy then told Nicole about the goth girl, Amelia. The expression of disgust on Lizzy’s face told Nicole that she wasn’t really a big fan of hers, most likely because she was a witch and Nicole knew how Lizzy was when it came to witches. She hated them with a passion. When Lizzy finished what she had to say another women had came along behind the bar counter. Nicole assumed she was a worker as well because of that and she knew Lizzy. Nicole perked a brow when the women asked them both what they were up to. “Nothing much, just enjoying the scenery of the party and talking to Lizzy. What abou-..” Nicole had stopped finishing her sentence as she felt the presence of someone behind her. Stuff like that made her scared or nervous because she never liked to be approach that way. Quickly she looked over her shoulder to see who or what was behind her. Her expression instantly changed from nervous to surprised when she saw it was Matt, the police officer she had met awhile ago. A guy that she had a crush on for the last few years. He was now here, standing right in front of her. A smile quickly flashed across her face as she shook her head softly. “It’s been so long..” She said softly.

Galtem kept his view down, not really wanting to look at Jennifer, if she said something, he would just tell her to shut up and go away. He wasn’t going to break down in front of somebody, doesn’t matter if its Jennifer, he doesn’t cry, not in front of somebody. He needs to get some hold of himself, what he needs is a really strong drink that will make him calm down, and stop thinking so much about this matter.
He felt her hand reaching for his face, and when he felt her touch, it sent him a shiver through his spine, nobody can imagine how much he just felt like holding her and kiss her, this is how it feels to have some self-control, and stop destroying people lives, he never thought he would have to sacrifice so much of himself for make the others happy. But one thing was right in here, Galtem doesn’t deserve her, but William does, he’s good for her, she will have a calm life and happier one with him. When she was with Galtem, it was all based on adventure, passion and danger, because he couldn’t remain quiet on his spot without messing around with couple of people and get in fight with them, it was in his blood being a troublemaker.
The touch of her lips against his, made him forget those thoughts, and his mind just become blank, till it got all replaced with their memories, memories of the two of them, being so happy. This was the goodbye and he knew it, the last kiss. It was gentle but lingering kiss, it lasted long enough to make him want more, but his body didn’t moved, this time his body was doing what his mind was telling it to do.

Whenever she broke the kiss, he looked at her, walking out, leaving him here, reality’s a bitch, that’s for sure. Now that he was alone, he turned to the mirror, and saw how wet his eyes was getting due wanting to cry, then the anger was filling him, so he started to throw fists around, he broke one of the mirrors, and a door. It did left his hand bleeding ,but his werewolf abilities was healing him within seconds.
He passed his hands over his face, and looked up, taking a deep breath, and blinking a few times, controlling the tears to not fall down. He stayed in there, just for a few seconds, so it could calm him down, not enough for get all playful and smiley, but enough to not make him throw another fist. Now he was the one who left the bathroom, he noticed that Amelia nor Shane was here, they probably had left, he was going to have deal with Amelia later. He told them he would stop being a womanizer, but it already started wrong. He walked up to the bar, and told the bartender to give him the bottle and not the glass. The bartender gave him the bottle of whiskey, and Galtem took it as he started to drink it, and walking back to the couch, so he could sit down.

Seeing Nicole smile again, was like someone had illuminated the entire room. Matt stood there for a moment, as though he was drinking her in. He was a man of few words, but when he did speak, it was with a deep raspy tone, almost like he had drank too many whiskeys. Matt raked his fingers back through his hair, and then said in reply about not having seen each other in a while with; “I don’t usually hang out in the ER, unless my partner’s been shot, or..yeah..long time.” His piercing blue eyes held hers for a moment, before he noticed Lizzy and then gestured with his hand a number one, by holding up a finger. “Beer, please.” There was a bar stool just near Nicole, and Matt took a seat, placing both hands on the bar, finger interlocked. You could see by his demeanor that he was a bit of a loner, not one that was used to big crowds and lots of noise. He would be more comfortable in a back water bar. Course this was an opportune place to get a good feed, from any of the girls on the avenue, but suddenly he found the need to feed abating. Why was this? And why did he find himself attracted to Nicole again? He had kept his distance on purpose. Believing himself cursed, he shied away from attention most of the time.

“You…here with somebody?”

This was the first thing he could think of to ask. Last thing he wanted to do, was cut someone else’s lunch.

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Jacque had sung quite a few songs, more than she wanted to count and she felt a little winded. Looking back towards the band, she made a ‘cut it’ action with her hand slicing against her throat. Walking over to the DJ, she blew him a kiss and waved flirtatiously“Take it away, babe.” He smirked and pretended to catch her kiss before he went about spinning some good dance beats for the patrons. The mermaid then walked to the edge of the stage and held her hands out, waiting for the two bouncers below to help her down. In one fluid motion, her feet touched the floor and she adjusted her dress. Looking between them, she flashed a dazzling smile “Thanks, fellas…” As she walked away from them, her eyes scanned the disco carefully. Teenagers were still bumping and grinding, and it made her want to join in on the fun but she was supposed to just be on a break. With a sigh, she looked wistfully towards the bar to see Galtem taking a bottle of whiskey. Raising an eyebrow, she then proceeded to watch him walk towards his couch in the VIP area. Walking towards the bar, Jacque leaned in and ordered a dirty martini, her favorite. Taking her drink, she walked over to the VIP lounge and smiled at her boss from a safe distance “Hey there, boss! You look like you need someone to bounce some harsh words off of.” Stepping up to the couch, she plopped down and crossed her legs. Turning to face him, she bobbed her shoulders and flashed him a friendly smile“So what seems to be the problem? I noticed you haven’t even bothered with a glass, so I assume you’re drowning your sorrows? Lucky for me, I know a lot about drowning…” She smirked at her own private joke and took a sip of her drink. Normally she kept her distance from her boss since she heard he was a womanizer, but something about seeing him this down made her feel bad. If a guy as strong as him could be broken, there was no hope. Jacque didn’t like that. Holding her glass in one hand, she tilted her head expectantly.
 

Galtem’s mind was still focused on Jennifer, he was still thinking about the two of them, but guilt was coming as well. He was feeling guilty because of what he done, he shouldn’t have done that to Jennifer, and now he just hurt William and probably Amelia in some way, he doesn’t know why, but something happen to Amelia or else she wouldn’t act so strange and leave the place.
While he was drowning his sorrows, he heard some familiar female voice, it was Jacque, the girl he hired to sing, she was indeed a wonderful singer, so it was worth of his money. They never become that close, since she tended to stay away from him, probably because of his reputation, having a womanizer reputation can bring you women or make them back off. She noticed how down and stressed he looked, well, he was always with a smirk or serious expression on, so it was normal if people quickly noticed if they saw some sadness on him.
“Women, that’s the problem.”
He told her, as he took another long sip from the whiskey in the bottle. Should he really tell her about Jennifer? Well its not like she knows his friends, nor William, so why not? Its normal tell to one of your workers, that you kissed some guys girlfriend, that was your ex and you done that because you missed her, and loved her. Not like she would really believe on the love part. He’s aware of how bad people think of him.
“I just come back from making out with some guy’s girlfriend. You know, the normal.”
He said with some sarcastic tone in his voice, as he took a look at her before look at his drink. 

Maha raised her glass slightly too him, grinning, before hiding her smile behind her bright-colored drink and took a sip. The only time Maha drank was to have fun. She never drank when she was sad because she felt like it just made whatever emotions she was feeling stronger instead of numbing them. If she was happy, the alcohol enhanced her fun, if she was sad, the alcohol took over and she was a complete mess. If she was angry…. Really bad things happened. But tonight she was excited to be drinking with Eric. Someone she’d had her eye on for ages. Even if he only saw her as a friend, it was much better of a relationship than she’d ever thought she’d have with him.

She nodded when he said school was good. That must have meant that nothing too terrible happened to him. This was confirmed when he said it was more calm than usual. Her smile grew even wider when he said it was the best day of his life. “Well, I’m honored to be spending it with you Mr. Manzenli,” she told him, not even bothering to hide her smile. She was feeling bold, so she looked at him curiously. “You know, you don’t have to be their human punching bag,” she said, unsure if she’d crossed the line. Before he could interrupt, she continued. “You don’t have to hit back to show them that you won’t take it.” She loved seeing Eric like this. She’d never seen him other than around the neighborhood and on his walks to school. She’d never seen him happy. Now she wanted more than anything to keep this smile on his face. But she didn’t know how that would happen if he wasn’t willing to stick up for himself.”

Bar

Lizzy walked back over to Nicole after she finished serving Giles and Lysander’s children. That’s how she knew them. She didn’t care much about the werewolf pack, but once you’d been around this long, you seemed to accidentally know everything about anyone. “Sorry ‘bout that, hon,” she told her friend, leaning back on the counter. When Nicole’s response got cut short she looked to why it had been. An attractive man came up to them. It was blatantly obvious that Nicole knew this man. And seemed to like him. A lot. The smile across her face was absolutely radiant and it made Lizzy look from her friend to the strange man and then back again, only breaking her gaze to blink.
The man looked back at Nicole and ran his fingers through his hair. He was definitely into her. Lizzy almost laughed at his response. He seemed funny. She was pleased her friend would probably have someone to take home tonight, but if she didn’t act fast Lizzy wondered if she wouldn’t. “Coming right up,” she said as she went to go get the man a beer. When she walked away, her eyes flashed with a knowing smile to her friend.

Eric stared at Maha while he listen her saying she was honored to be spending his day with him, he chuckled when she called him Mr.Manzenli. He was glad she was enjoying it as much as he was, her expression could tell him that due the smile she had, at least he wasn’t messing up with anything.
“Well, I’m not a human.”
He teased her a bit, when she told him he didn’t have to be their punching bag. He knew she was right, but if he really wanted them to stop, he would have to scare them away, he would have to hit somebody to make them back off and let them known he isn’t going to be their punching bag for long, or he could just use his werewolf powers, and show a bit of his fangs and claws, maybe that would scare them away, and Eric didn’t had to hurt anybody, but then, that could bring him some problems, even tho there won’t be much humans who will believe supernatural creatures exist.
“I know that.”
He told her as he bite down onto his lower lip. He would have to change some stuff, maybe it was really time to put a stop in this all, and allow himself have a better life. But tonight, he didn’t wanted to think about personal problems, he just wanted to have fun, and let it last as long as possible, since this might be the first and last party he went, its all like a dream, and of course, he wants it to last long.
“Let’s go dance.”
Eric told Maha, so they could change subject. He took a sip from his drink, and took Maha’s wrist, pulling her along to the dance floor, so the both of them could start dancing. He was still holding his drink, having his hand covering it, so nobody would spice his drink. 

“Well yeah, that would make sense.” She said as she placed both of her hands quickly in the air then back. Nicole then turned back around to face Olivia and Lizzy when Matt had sat on the stool next to her. By the look of Lizzy’s expression, Nicole already knew what she was thinking. A small smirk would hang over her lips as she she nodded her head slightly in agreement. For Nicole it was kind of awkward for her. She didn’t know what to say and she didn’t want to say anything silly that would embarrass her. While sitting there for those few seconds quietly, Nicole mind was racing, thinking of what would be the appropriate thing to bring up, but her eyes quickly shifted to Matt when he asked her if she came to the disco by herself.“Yeah…but now I have someone.” She said as she continued smiling. When she said someone she meant Matt. Nicole was just extremely happy to see him again.
 

Galtem was able to chuckle when Jacque said that she wasn’t a woman, well, she was a mermaid, but still female. Then she just began to call him home wrecker, well, he couldn’t call himself like that, even tho that was true, but still. He was actually tired of always flirting with other guys girlfriends or wives, but its not his fault that they come to him, and he simple gives them what they want. During those 100years, he never approached to a woman, he just waited for them to come to him, and all he did was giving them what they wanted. But this time with Jennifer, wasn’t because of lust, but love. He was literally hopelessly in love, and he hated it. Why the hell he had to let her go? Why he didn’t realized how strong his feelings for her were and keep up with her? But no, he decided to break up because he thought it would be the best thing. Dumbass.

Galtem just keep on drinking the bottle, and it wouldn’t take him that long to finish it, he was glad Jacque asked for vodka, because he needed something more stronger, he was already feeling slightly dizzy, but it wasn’t enough, he wanted to feel more wasted, enough to make forget the all thoughts he had about Jennifer that was running through his mind. He’d rather have a blank mind right now.
“What..I’m not a womanizing pig..and my liver is just fine, it heals with time.”
Galtem said with some slight frown upon his face, as he placed the empty bottle of whiskey over the table, and noticed the bartender bringing them glasses and the bottle of vodka, not sure if he should just bring a single glass, or just bring them empty and allow them to serve by themselves.
Galtem sighed out, and picked up the bottle, opening it, he poured some vodka on an empty glass, and slid it closer to Jacque, then he just poured vodka for himself.
“If we count the all years. Its over 110years, that I have been in love with her.”
There was the years he was together with her, then the others months he wasn’t with her and was with Amber, then that couple of years alone, the years with Selene, and now this 100years. Yeah, it has been pretty much time, and he never thought he would find himself so attached to someone, while he always tried to move on by dating other women.
He picked up his glass of vodka and took a sip from it. 

Nicole’s awkward smile was infectious, as Matt found himself nodding and a light shrug. It was reminiscent of how teenagers act when they try to hook up over the cafeteria line. Matt was way passed that stage of his life, but he sensed that Nicole was not brazen like a lot of women these days. Matt noticed that Lizzy had caught onto the interaction between him and Nicole, and didn’t fancy the idea of putting on a real show for her. So, Matt turned to face Nicole, edging closer to her on his bar stool.

“I guess introductions are in order, since last time we met was more in the line of duty for both of us.” Matt cleared his throat, and then extended his hand towards her.“Hey..I’m Matt, Matt Reed.” He hoped she’d take it, and then they could get to know each other…a whole lot better.

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“Drink, drink, drink!”
Behind William, his friends was telling him to keep drinking, so they could win against this guy, and gain free drinks, they was even betting some money and other stuff, William was only there for drink and beat them. They was amazed at the fact that William wasn’t still drunk, that’s the good part at being a supernatural creature, you never get drunk that easily. The minutes passed, and he was clearly having a wonderful time, he was having tons of fun, and it has been awhile since he had so much fun. He didn’t only needed a party, he needed a guys night as well, which was what was happening right now, he thought Jennifer would be good with Seph, its not like bad would happen when she was with her, plus, the both of them were girls, despite the difference of the ages, maybe they would want some girl time.
After beating up four guys, William was already starting to feel drunk, he could feel his head dizzy, and whenever he spoke, he wasn’t making much sense, but he was still aware of what was wrong and what was right, it just would take him awhile to process the information in his brain.
“Ok, guys. Give me a break before I pass out”
William told them with a chuckle, as he slid away into another booth so his friend could replace him.

Jennifer finally showed up, she sat down besides him, but he didn’t looked at her in the first moment, he was watching his friend drinking, and he clearly had an excited expression on, he clenched his fist and moved his arm while moving it and telling him to keep going. Totally waiting for his friend to win. When he finally did, William just began to clap, forgetting that Jennifer was still there, however, her last words caught his attention, and he noticed she looked rather down for somebody in a disco that should be having fun.
“Ook.”
That’s all he said as he stared at her for awhile, before realize she wanted to go now.
“Oh you mean going now? Sure, ok.”
He told her shaking his head before push himself up. He walked up to his friends and just gave them a handshake and a quick hug.
“Jennifer wants to go now, it was fun, thanks for the time. See you some day, guys.”
After this, William just walked back to Jennifer while the both of them left the disco. He looked around, trying to find his car, and whenever he finally spotted it, he just walked up to it, and quickly got inside. Leaning his back against the seat, and rubbing his face. Oh god, his head was already hurting, but he was always more careful driving drunk, because that’s where he payed more attention, and made sure everything went right, and he never went too fast.
“Are you ok? You don’t look that well. Did something happen?”
William asked her, perking up an eyebrow as he stared at her.

Dance floor

Eric was glad that Maha allowed him to tug her along with him to the dance floor. The only reason why he was doing this was because he wanted to change subject, and also because he didn’t wanted her to think he was a boring person. Since she gave them two options, which was drinks or dance, they already got their drinks, so it was time for dance. He never thought he could have so much fun, now he noticed how much he was missing during his teenager life, that’s the dumb phase where everybody does new stupid stuff, but Eric isn’t that reckless. He would never go too far, since it was always needed somebody with a good mind to make sure nobody would hurt themselves.
While the both of them danced, Eric would take a sip from his drink, as his eyes stared around, he could see some guys staring at Maha in a dirty way, and it was bothering him a lot. He tried to distract his mind by paying attention to only Maha. He heard her thanking him because he was willing to come with her tonight, it was better her than any other person, that’s for sure.
“Its my pleasure! I’m enjoying spending this night with you.”
He replayed her with a smile, while the both of them danced.
After awhile, he noticed he finished his drink and so was hers, so he decided to bring them more drinks.
“I will get more drinks for us, stay here!”
He told her loud enough so she could hear him. Carefully, he removed the glass from her hand and just walked up to the bar. He wasn’t sure what she wanted, so he just ordered the same drinks again. This took him probably five minutes or something, but it would be enough to make some guy approach Maha, and that’s what happen.
When Eric was back with the drinks on his hands, he noticed some guy talking to Maha, he could see that she was uncomfortable with him having closer, and he also knew she could make him disappear anytime she wanted, but he couldn’t help but to interfere. Maybe it could be his possessive werewolf playing, or just his willing to help people out.
Taking a deep breathe, Eric relaxed his shoulders, and stepped closer to Maha, getting between her and the guy, Eric didn’t said anything, all he did was just show off his werewolf fangs and eyes. The guy wasn’t drunk at all, he was pretty much sober, that’s why he freaked out and just walked away. This was the only way Eric had to make people back off without hurting them. His eyes and fangs went back to normal, as he turned around and smiled down at Maha giving her the new drink.
“Here you go. I didn’t knew what you wanted, so I just asked for the same one, if you don’t mind.”  

The pack of Werewolves raced across the city, and into the forests on the outskirts. With the moon shining down its ominous glow, the fifty or so remaining werewolves had made a meal out of the Ball goers, just as the Count had planned. At the lead of the pack, the largest wolf and Alpha roared in anger as its paws clawed the earth, sending up tufts of grass and mud. The wolf’s black fur saturated from the heavy rain fall, and the blood of Edward, still soaked into its fur.

Maybe the Count did not get the true prize for the night, for the Father Amos was attacked by one of their own it seemed, causing a change in plan. But he did give Lillian one hell of a smack down, and she was now more than aware of the Werewolves declaration that they had come to London…to dominate all others in their path. So many demons and angels fell to the attack of the werewolves, it was an odds on certainty, that the war had only just begun.

Passing through the opened gates of the castle grounds, the wolf pack spread out till reaching the front drive, where each slowed down, and started to change back from their werewolf hides, to that of their human personas. Each rising to stand tall, their fur falling away to reveal the naked ones beneath. None was so notable as the Count himself, who had two bullet wounds. He had been shot, and though this did not kill him, it did injure him. Also his chest was scarred from the blue electrical attack that Edward had committed, trying to save Lillian.

“All of you .. innen. Als der Junge kommt … du wirst ihn zu mir bringen … personlich.”

(translation: “All of you..inside. When the boy comes…you will bring him to me…personally.”)

That being said, his staff and guards all nodded in unison, before reentering the castle to change into their clothing, whilst the Count stared out at the silhouette of the city.

“It’s not over. It has just begun.”

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The redhead, Esmeralda appeared smug to see the Count had returned without Elvira upon his arm. She shot a sideways glance at Clarissa, who fanned herself and chuckled darkly. Clarissa was a striking woman with platinum blonde locks, done up fashionably as one would expect of a noblewoman of that era. The Count merely walked on past them, though he knew their thoughts on the matter. They saw the infatuation that the Count had for the English woman, that bore a striking resemblance to his dead love, Katarina, as nothing more than an obsession, and one that would bear no fruit.

The Count came to stand at the fire place, where Katarina’s image looked down from the ancient oil painting. Eyes that seemed to be staring straight at the Count. Why he held a candle to his lost beloved for all these centuries remained a mystery. The Count did not like to speak much of her death, or why he believed Elvira was her new vessel. Esmeralda was unable to hold back any longer.

“You found her, yes?” She said, rising from her chair, and glided over toward the Count, reaching to stroke his back with her gloved fingers. The Count allowed this. She was part of the pack, and knew her place. He used her as much as the other females, but the one he truly wanted eluded him. Without looking back at Esmeralda, the Count answered her curtly. “I did.”Clarissa actually stopped waving her fan, and closed it, setting it down upon her lap. ” And…?” Clarissa clearly wanted to hear the juicy details, of what may have transpired. Did the Count attack her, curse her with his blood? The Count glanced back at Clarissa, while Esmeralda continued to fawn over the Count. “Her Father is dead…she was in mourning. I let her be.”Esmeralda loved the sound of this. The idea that he did not bring her into the fold, gave her more time to work on him, and claim the place of mate to the Alpha for herself. “The poor girl. Too bad…so sad.” Though she appeared to be glum about this, inside she was rejoicing. “Yes…I must agree. You can hardly court a woman who suffers grief and loss. It’s far from romantic.” Clarissa added, giving Esmeralda a sly wink. The Count shrugged, and then headed off to his den, to enjoy a cigar and brandy, while the two women both cackled, and went back to plotting against Elvira when the time came.

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Esmeralda was prowling around her room in a long fur coat, scantily clad in a middle-eastern bikini outfit underneath that accentuated her curves marvelously. A dream had awakened her from a long slumber, a rest she desperately craved after going on a nightly prowl in her wolf form the previous evening. As she couldn’t control herself as a wolf, she also couldn’t remember her actions when she was in that form and always felt drained when she came home. With a scowl, she turned towards her large desk in the corner of the room where various magical instruments were stored. Felix came slithering from the above raptors, crawling down to the floor and over to his mistress. Climbing up her body, he wrapped around her shoulders and a deep rumble of approval came from Esme. Turning her head to kiss him gently on the head, her thick Romanian accent came through “My love, we have much work to do…” Stepping towards the desk, she lifted a sheet off of her crystal ball. Resting her hand on it, she lifted her face toward the ceiling as her power surged through her body. Her breasts heaved up and down as she began to breathe heavily, Romanian chants leaving her plump lips. After her chants were over, she looked down at the ball and raised an eyebrow. What she saw was a bit disturbing.[/center]

With a dramatic sigh, she whirled around and stalked over to her armoire. Pulling on a simple black dress with the appropriate lace and cinching to show off her form, she then stalked out of her room to prowl down the hallways. As she walked, she could hear the cackling of the atrocious women in the estate. Growling, she caught glimpses of the conversation about the count courting a woman. Who would he be courting so suddenly? Turning away from them, she continued down the hallway.

The Den

Stepping into the den, Esmeralda looked around the room carefully. Though she knew she was perfectly safe here in the count’s home, there was still always a feeling of anxiety evident around her as she entered a new room. You could never be too careful. Walking around the room like a jungle cat, her hips swayed and her eyes flitted around the room. So many things to discuss with the count. Amos was dead, and it happened at the ball her “cousin” had thrown. To top if off, Juliette was now on a power trip and was accumulating the help of Lillith’s minions and hell hounds to help overthrow the balance of power between good and evil. And now, the count decides to have a love life. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and turned around to wait for the count to come in as she had anticipated his movements in the crystal.

After a few hours with her dressmaker and hairstylist and an hour sucking up to the ladies of the East London Gossip Circle, she finally had the location of Count Marulo’s estate.

She paused at the end of the main road, simply staring at the massive estate before her. It was impressive, much like the man himself, she admitted. With lush lawns and sprawling land, it looked as if it could have been made into a postcard.

Making sure her hat still remained on her head, she directed Jezzie into a light canter up to the main entrance of the house. Standing on the steps were two very large and identical looking men. As she approached, they met her on the walkway to render her assistance.

Before she knew what had happened, one of them had placed his very large hands about her waist to haul her down from Jezzie’s saddle. The change in height caused her to get dizzy and stumble slightly but the hands were steady and sure. The other led Jezzie to the stables to feed and rest.

Once she had caught her balance, she stepped back and had to actually crane her neck upward to stare at the two of them.

“Devil’s teeth! You’re some large ones aren’t you?” she stated in shock.

For some reason these twins found this hilarious and erupted into huge barrels of laughter. She found herself smiling against her will.

“How may we be of assistance, Madame?” the twin on the right.

“Well…yes…um. I was wondering if I could have a private word with Lord Marulo, please?” she asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden.

“And who shall we say is calling upon him?” asked the twin on the left.

“Lady Elvira Roxburg.” she replied. The twins looked at one another before stepping back and giving her a formal bow.

“On behalf of Count Marulo, we offer our sincere condolences on the passing of your father. He was well-respected and a great warrior.” the both stated. She had to turn away for a moment, quickly removing a handkerchief from her reticule to dab at her eyes.

“Thank you for your words of kindness.” she replied after she had collected herself. They took up her arms, tucking her hands into their forearms to lead her into the house. She felt kind of….lost….next to these walking, talking behemoths.

They lead her to the main foyer and indicated that she should have a seat while they went to see if the Count would be amendable to seeing her. They headed up the main stairs and out of view. Nervously, she wiped her gloved hands down the front of her dress, smoothing any wrinkles that may have been formed on the ride over before she took a seat.

Now the question was, would he be kind and allow her audience, or would he toss her out on her arse?

Esmeralda shook her head slowly as a small smile curved her deliciously plump lips. Striding over to the count, she dropped her head in a polite bow before facing him again. Raising an eyebrow, her thick accent rolled of her tongue. “They do not…” As he touched Felix, the snake lifted its head to stare at Marulo. No one hardly ever touched him but Esme, but the smell of the wolf combined with just looking at the count was enough to make the snake lower its head once more. She laughed softly and turned to kiss his head“There there.” Turning away from the count, she began to waltz around the room and rolled her eyes. “You cannot be serious…you could never bore me.” As he mentioned the twins, her dark eyes turned to gaze upon the count in mild disgust. If it were anyone else who suggested such a thing, it would not have ended well. However, she knew Marulo meant no harm and was just curious. Shaking her head, she turned away and resumed walking around the room. “I wouldn’t let those men touch me if they were the last on this earth.” Esmeralda had never had a man and hoped she never did. Deep down she feared that if she should lay with a man, he would impregnate her and history would repeat itself. Men could not be trusted and she would not leave the fate of an innocent child in their hands.

Esme was lost in her lost thoughts but was soon pulled from them when the sound of a female voice entered the room. Turning her head, her eyes fell on Elvira assessing. Stepping towards her slowly, her hips swayed and Felix lifted his head to get a look at her as well. Tilting her head, Esme stepped close enough to reach out and lift her hair, her face leaning in close to inhale her scent. Her eyes closed as her mouth set in a thin line, her face tightening in concentration. After a few awkward moments, she let her go and walked away as if nothing happened. While walking towards the fireplace, she stroked Felix’s head as her accent was rolling off her tongue again “You were interrupting nothing important, I assure you.” Her eyes flicked between the succubus and the count and she count just smell the pheromones coming off of the both of them. Rolling her eyes, Esme’s head swiveled just in time to see Elvira face the door as a blush stained her cheeks. She couldn’t help but smile at that but she remained silent. There was something familiar about this woman and she was too eager to leave.

But their conversation was to be short lived, on the arrival of the female that had aroused the Count’s desire before, and it would seem just by seeing her again, it would have the same affect. ~Elvira~ the Count could only think her name as she appeared in the door. The young Roxburg looked astonishing. So immaculately dressed, the fine attention to detail with her gown, and the way her hair had been styled. He mentally started to undress her, imagining what it would feel like, to remove the pins that held her hair in place, and watch it cascade down her shoulders and back, like a torrent. The sight of her almost stole his breathe from his lungs. Such an affect this woman had on him. The fact he wore such fine black pants of silk did nothing to hide his arousal. The only thing to break his concentration was Esme’s retort, that Elvira was not interrupting anything important.

“My cousin jests, for I was curious as to her talents with…snakes.” The Count strode past Esme giving her something of a sly wink, then headed over to Elvira, were he did the gentlemanly thing, of taking up her hand and bringing it to his lips. Pressing them softly to her gloved hand, but letting them linger a second longer than was fashionable. His eyes lit up just by presence of her , hard to believe that she sought him out. It took a great deal of courage to enter the Wolf’s den. Elvria acted like a lamb…about to be slaughtered. Timid. The Count found it endearing. His smile reassuring, that she would come to no harm.

“I must say, you do look stunning, Lady Roxburg. If I were a painter, my brushes would be wet, and I would be trying to capture you on canvas.” The words spun were meant as they were implied, though it would make her wonder, just what brushes he meant. He moved to her side, gracefully, and placed a hand around the small of her back, and gestured her to enter his den. “Do come meet my cousin, the insatiable Esme.” By the way he kept her close to him, the Count was making it clear to Esme, he wanted this woman to be shown the respect of a leading pack member.

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The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end once more and she simply knew The Count was standing close. Now that she was aware of him more closely, she seemed to have this sixth sense of when he was near. Thoughts were paid into actions when he took her hand in his much larger one to place a kiss upon her knuckles, holding it much longer than politeness dictated. She turned, her hand still within his and began to feel light-headed. Too close! Too close! Her mind screamed and it was all she could do not to faint right there.What the hell was wrong with her? She mentally slapped herself. But his scent was calling out to her, drawing her in and that’s when it clicked…for both her and her succubus. MATE!?!?! OH HELL NO!!!

This was simply NOT possible!! There was no way in the Nine Levels of Hell this man, this werewolf!, was her destined mate!

She had no time to step away from him for he had stepped to her side, still holding her hand while placing his other at the small of her back. Her whole body tensed as a jolt of desire, strong and potent lanced through her. She grit her teeth as she was lead across the room. “I must say, you do look stunning, Lady Roxburg. If I were a painter, my brushes would be wet, and I would be trying to capture you on canvas.”

Oh he was a smooth talker. Her free hand clenched at her side as she mentally struggled with her succubus. She wanted out. She wanted to bond and she wanted to do it NOW! A sheen of perspiration beaded on her brow as she fought for her much-valued self-control.

It was a mistake to come here. And now she wanted to leave as quickly as possible.

“Thank you for your kind words, My Lord, and for allowing to see me.” she stated, finally finding her voice. He introduced her to his ‘cousin’ and she turned to the woman. “A pleasure, madame.” she nodded. She turned back to The Count, pulling the locket out and placing it on the table before them. “You left this behind. I knew it meant much to you so I am returning it.”

Jennifer felt absolutely horrible for pulling William away from everyone, but she didn’t exactly want to walk home and she definitely didn’t want to be alone. The problem was that being with William made her feel comforted and guilty at the same time. Every time she looked at him, she would feel calm for a second and then feel like she was going to have a panic attack a second later. He seemed pretty drunk, but she trusted that he was in control enough to get them home. She was grateful she had not finished her second drink. If she had gotten drunk things might have gotten a lot worse. When he asked if she was ok, she stayed silent for a moment. No, she did not look too well and something did happen. At first she shook her head, but it was a lie and she knew it. “Later,” she promised, so she was forced to spend the entire car ride home thinking of what in the world she would tell him. Certainly not that she made out with Galtem. But she would have to tell him something and she could not lie.
The ride seemed like it took hours and seconds all at the same time. It was not near enough time for her to come up with something, yet time had all but stopped as she sat there, horrified at what had just happened. They got home and she got out of the car without a word. She went to unlock the door with her keys, but realized she didn’t have her purse. She must have left her purse at the bar when she’d seen that stupid Manzenli kid and had not gone back to grab it. That meant her phone, wallet, and keys were either stolen or would be turned in at the bar. Where Galtem worked. She considered sending William back for them in the morning but she didn’t want William any closer to Galtem than she was. But it might be worth it if it meant she didn’t have to go back to face him. Instead she was forced to wait for William to come up to the door and unlock it. “I left my purse at the bar. I’ll go back tomorrow, I guess,” she muttered and went in the house.
The first thing she did was go to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror and noticed she looked a lot better than she thought she did. Makeup worked wonders. After a moment of calming herself down, she walked out into the bedroom and lay across the bed, looking over at William. “Galtem’s back in town.” She surprised herself with how calm she stated the fact. Apparently she’d said it enough time in her heads for it to come out very casual. It was as if it didn’t bother her at all, nor did it excite her. Just a simple statement. As if she were telling him it was somewhat warm today.

William just shrugged when Jennifer told him she would tell him later what had happen to her, he just hoped it wasn’t anybody that got under her skin, but he wasn’t really on his mind to think about those stuff for that long. While he drove, his mind was only about the road, and only that, he barely looked at Jennifer, because he didn’t wanted to get distracted.
After awhile, they was finally home, William parked his car, and huffed out in relief. Finally done, they were home, and he didn’t needed to be stressed about driving drunk, they also had some lucky that no cops come up to them during the way, or else, they would be into serious problems. He watched Jennifer already walking up to the door, and William just followed her, after locking his car, he noticed that she didn’t had her purse with her, and chuckled when she said she forgot it at the bar.
“Clumsy.”
He teased her with a chuckle, as he reached for the house keys that was inside the pocket of his jeans. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside, and waited for her to get in as well, whenever she did, he just closed and locked the door. He walked up stairs to their bedroom, and just began to remove his clothes, first thing he done, was remove his shoes, then he just dropped his jacket over a chair and began to remove his shirt as well, leaving him shirtless, he totally felt a huge freedom feeling, everything was more cold, and more free. He dropped his body over the bed, and closed his eyes, enjoying how comfy the bed felt, nothing seemed to ruin this night.
However, there was always something that could destroy this all, and it was when Jennifer got in the bed, and told William, Galtem was back in town.

“He what?!”
He quickly pushed himself up, and allowed himself to sit up on the bed. He asked with a surprised tone on his voice, as he stared at her with a serious expression on. Why was he here? This clearly made him wake up from his drunk mode, well just a little.
“That’s impossible, that’s not what he said, that’s not the promise.”
Now he noticed he just spoke too much, and facepalmed himself.
“Ugh, now I said too much.”
He never wanted to tell Jennifer about that promise, because she would start seeing there was some good in Galtem, and that would only do bad to their bond. He huffed out, and dropped his body over the bed again, he grabbed on a pillow and shoved it into his face, frustrated.

Jennifer just stared back at him when he asked what. She knew he had heard him and didn’t know if she could keep as calm of a voice if she repeated it. William was not happy about this new piece of information and she didn’t blame him. Every relationship problem they had ever had had been because of Galtem. Maybe not ever, but all of the ones that mattered. Of course he didn’t want him back. And of course he would be devastated if he knew what went on up in the VIP bathroom while he was drinking with his buddies. It all was too horrible and she wanted to go hide in the bathroom again, but somehow she continued to look at him with a blank stare. But then he brought up the promise. The promise she now knew that Galtem had made to William. The promise William had never told her about.
“Promise?” she asked, pretending to have no idea what he was talking about. “And what promise would this be? Galtem made a promise to you? Did he tell you he was leaving? Even though I was an absolute mess after he left, you didn’t tell me that you’d seen him?” Her voice started to get a little angrier, and she sat up like he did. It was not his fault. He was just trying to protect her. And if anyone was at blame in this situation it was definitely her. But she felt a little hurt that he had kept this piece of information from her. They told each other everything and he’d kept this a secret. For a hundred years he’d kept it a secret. Well, now the truth was out and she wanted answers. But not like this. She took a deep breath to calm herself down.

Leaning against the headboard of the bed, she covered her face with her arms and leaned back. It was hard just looking at William. She wanted so badly to blame someone else. But there was no one to blame. The reasoning behind what had happened tonight had been because of her. Galtem was a saint compared to her. She was at fault. It was she who would cause William so much pain if he knew. Her sweet William who would move mountains for her if she asked. This whole situation was just a mess. She was a mess.
Penny ran in and jumped on the bed as if she had just noticed they were home. She went straight for Jennifer’s lap, so she took the dog in her arms and held her. It wasn’t a huge comfort, but it was something for her to do. She buried her face in the dog’s fur, unable to look at him still.

By now, Amelia was curled up on the couch, with a packet of Cheese twirls, and watching her favorite re runs of CSI. Dressed in her penguin pajamas, with matching slippers, she certainly looked a lot different from when she had been out at the club. Her spiked collar was off, and she had scrubbed her face clean of makeup. Her black hair that was always in ponytails, was combed out straight. Every so often, she reached for her cup of soda, till it was all gone. Shaking the cup, the ice rattled around, and she decided to go get a top up. Rattles, was lying in his tank, all curled up. Amelia didn’t feel the need to take him out this night. It was something she had always done out of habit, but she knew that he wouldn’t bring her any comfort.

Sighing, she spotted the mess she had made earlier in the room, the cushion’s foam and stuffing strewn about in her moment of madness. It was probably a good thing, since she didn’t go cutting herself. Amelia shuffled across and knelt down, picking up the bits of foam and stuffing it back into the ruined cushion. Thoughts turned back to the night’s events, and she came to realize that it wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t be the caretaker in other people’s lives, nor should she judge them for it. One way or another, the truth would come out, but it would have to happen from someone within the triangle, not her. As for her own misfortune at love…that had come from her own choice. Now at least, she realized where the fault lay, and it was like an awakening for her in a sense. If Lysander had cared for her at all, he would have said, but in the last hundred odd years, he never even spoke to her. Or even asked her to help with the kids. She doubted they even knew she existed. That was Melinda’s job, since she was in fact their grandmother.

Rising up, she felt a change in herself, like a light coming on. The only person that can make a difference in their lives is themselves. She knew what she had to do to change that. Taking the ruined cushion outside, she headed for the trash can. Glancing across, she saw the bedroom light on at Jennifer’s and Williams. No doubt, they were up late, talking about the night at the club. Half of her wished to be a fly on the wall, then the other was like…no. As she placed the ruined cushion in the trash, she heard a tiny meow, come from behind the bin. Curious, Amelia drew the bin back, to see a tiny grey kitten. With big blue eyes, it looked half starved. Timidly, it crawled out from behind the bin and sniffed at Amelia’s penguin slipper. Amelia’s heart almost stopped, right there, right then. She knelt down and picked up the kitty. So tiny in her hands. Poor little thing. Amelia tucked the kitten into her pajama pocket and then went back inside her apartment, whispering quietly to the kitty.

Taking the kitty out of her pocket, she placed it down on her couch, and started to run her finger along its tummy. So cute, it tried to cover up its face with its paws. ~”You must be hungry.”~ she thought to herself, and went off into the kitchen to see what she could rustle up. There was a small tin of tuna. Taking it out, she emptied the fish into a small plate, and then mashed it up with a fork, so it would be easier to eat. Amelia even added a small piece of parsley, like she was serving the cat a meal in a grand restaurant. Giggling to herself, she draped a tea cloth over her arm, and brought the small plate out for the kitty, who was now sitting up and watching TV. ~Dinner is served.~ Amelia placed down the dish on the couch, then sat down beside the kitty, who ate feverishly, while Amelia stroked its back, and went back to enjoying the TV show with her new friend.

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William kept the pillow against his face, while he heard Jennifer speaking about the promise, he knew it would leave her mad because he kept secret, and they didn’t had secrets between their relationship, but she has to understand that would be something he couldn’t tell her. He tossed the pillow away, and pushed himself up from the bed, standing up now.
“No, no, you don’t understand.”
He started speaking, as he walked around and placed his palms on his sides.
“The promise was basically let him disappear again, and this time forever, so you could go back be yourself, stop drinking and being so depressed and angry. He said he wouldn’t interfere in our love life again.”
William continued, as he looked down at the ground, still wondering what in hell he could tell her, right now, he was feeling guilty for not telling her that secret, but at the same time, he was angry, angry that Galtem was back. Why was he here? What was his goals now, did he really enjoyed coming here and destroy people happiness? He thought there really would be some good in him, whenever he made that promise, but now that he’s back, for William, its all gone. He looked up at her and continued.

“I couldn’t tell you that, if I told you that, you would see some good in him, and you would think he changed, when that’s not true. You would see he done that for you, and then you would feel confused, guilty and bad. Then our relationship would go right down to hill, and Galtem would show up again. But its useless now to keep it secret, since he showed up, I wonder if he enjoys to destroy others happiness.”
He just rambled, trying to make out some sense. He noticed that their dog come in, and Jennifer just shoved her face into its fur, not looking at William. He already wanted to apologize, but he decided to not give in so easily, he needed to make out his point in this argument, and make her understand, they only done that for her own good, even Galtem told him, this was only for Jennifer good. 

Why do I want this chara? Simple, I have had a love for her since she played Phoebe in Charmed, watched all the shows, and adore her style. She is excellent at being the good and bad witch, and I think I can pull her off.

What are you big plans for this char’s development: Oh my. The plots and twists I could do with Mona. Using beauty and a veil of glamour to entice and trick those to fall into her clutches, but at the same time, show how she came to be as ruthless as she is. Testing the boundaries of how far she will go, to destroy all werewolves. And the idea of double crossing the Warlock King, comes with the chance to rule on her own.

An audition post so we can see your char in action:

Lounging on her love seat, and being fed morsels by one of her scantily clad muscle bound male servants, she grins mercilessly, as a crate is carried into the expansive castle auditorium. The helpless cries of baby wolves and the vicious growl of their mother is but music to her ears. Pursing her lips with her eyes narrowing to slits, she waves away her well oiled slave, and then slinks off her love seat, the fine silks that adorn her form shimmering as the fall into place, just covering her more exotic regions. ”Tsk tsk tsk….I have rules about animals being brought before me.” Mona lamented, though secretly she was well pleased. The lead guard bowed low and then gestured with his hands. ”The specimens are here for your amusement, Oh great one.”

Walking around the cage, she then reaches in between the bars, snatching up a pup, that cannot even see. It’s mother growls and tries to slash through the bars, in a wild attempt to get back its young from the cruel Witch. Mona hisses at the mother wolf, then starts to coo at the pup, as she holds it precariously by the scruff of the neck. ”Now now now…who is a pretty little pup. Hmm? Yes you are…yes you are…yes…” there is a sudden squelching sound, followed by the cracking of bones, as the witch starts to crush the pup within her bare hands. The poor thing didn’t stand a chance, and the witch simply tosses the dead pup into the nearest fire pit, while the other pups all cry and whimper. ”Oh…don’t worry, my pets. The next ones to die are much much bigger than you all.”

Her attention was drawn back to The Count as he picked up the locket, running the metal links between his fingers. She couldn’t help but admire his hands. Large and strong, but they held her as if she were delicate china. He kept an arm about her waist, and it was all she could do not to tremble. He seemed to come to a decision for he turned to her, getting to his feet as he did so. He unhooked the clasp of the necklace and placed it around her throat, his fingers brushing over the skin of her neck. She wanted to bolt for the door right then and there and held herself still by sheer force of will.

“This chain once sat on the neck of a woman I loved with all my heart. It seems only fitting that it rests upon the neck of a woman, deserving of such a gift, rather than being kept in a box and forgotten.” he spoke as he adjusted the locket between her breasts. Damnation!! her mind screamed. And did he justGROWL?

She needed to get out of here.

“Thank you…for the gift…but I cannot accept.” she stated, getting to her feet with all the dignity she could muster under the circumstances. She stepped away from him, intent on removing the necklace that seeped with his scent from her skin but she was not paying attention to where she was. Her foot became entangled with that of the table’s leg and she went sprawling backwards. It was an unexpected accident and there was no time to act. Her head hit the floor…hard…and she blacked out…

“The young lady has taken a fall, and is injured. Bring my carriage, and have her taken back to the Roxburg family manor, where she is to be seen to by the physician, Doctor Johnathon Bianchi, at my request. Ensure that a messenger is sent to the Doctor of her condition at once.” Virgo then stepped aside, so the twins could enter and pick up the unconscious Elvira and remove her from the estate.

Once Elvira had been taken out carefully by the Twins, the Count would return to his place by the fireplace, and stare into the blazing fire, lost in his own thoughts. Elvira came to him….she gave off signals, of want and desire, dressed to please him, and yet when he showed care and tried to treat her as the lady she was, Elvira tried to flee, like a jack rabbit from a wolf. Yes, a wolf. She clearly was not ready for him….and he did not want to have to bed one that was unwilling. His face looked dark, like the onset of a storm.

Glancing over at Esme, he said:

“There….now she is safe from harm.”

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A look of intrigue was what showed on the Count’s face, when the messenger delivered the invitation to the Count, that he attend a dinner at his earliest convenience with the Lady Roxburg. Handling the paper that had been written in her own hand, he brought the edge of the parchment to his lips and thought for a moment. At every turn, she shied away from him, even though he had shown his most gentlemanly side. He managed to keep his beast under control, and he did so out of love and respect for her. The Count had to wonder, what exactly brought on this sudden change, where she wished to apologize for her behavior towards him. Women were such fickle creatures, he concluded. The Count was not upset at her antics, more so worried that she had come to harm in her care.

Snapping his fingers, he had one of his servants leave their station, and bow low before him.

“Travel to Roxburg manor, and inform Lady Elvira, I shall dine with her at six o’clock this evening.”

“Very good, Sir.” The servant dashed outside, to take the Count’s carriage to the Roxburg hall, while the Count strode upstairs, to find something suitable to wear.

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(thread change – Roxburg Manor)

Elvira looked down at her hands. Was that true? Did he honestly care about her or was he planning something more sinister? It was confusing and she wished she knew the answers.

Fanny took notice of the locket she was wearing and leaned in for a closer look. “How odd, my great grandmother had a locket like that. Its a real antique too. Said she got it from her great great grandmother. Where did you get it?”

“The Count said it was his most prized possession.” She opened the locket and showed the picture inside of it to Fanny. “It’s his first love. She died, killed, I think he said, and he kept this locket with her picture in it to remember her and their love by. He seems to think I look like her, which is silly, since I wasn’t born of this world. He gave it to me for some reason. I don’t know why he would part with it. It meant so much to him.”

Elvira was beginning to feel tired and her head was still slightly achy. She wanted to sleep. Sally stepped into the room with a tray and saw Elvira’s eyes starting to droop. “Elvira!” she exclaimed. Elvira’s eyes snapped open and she glared.

“What?”

“The doctor said you had to stay awake for the next few hours to make sure the concussion wasn’t serious.” Sally stated, placing the tray in her lap. There was a bowl of broth and some peppermint tea. “The tea is for your stomach. Make sure you eat and drink everything, young lady or I will send Cook up here.” Sally turned and left the room once more. Elvira watched her go, amused.

“Devil take that woman. She vexes me something awful…but she good to me.” Elvira smiled before she could stop herself. She had been discovering that ever since her visit with The Count, she’d been smiling at the oddest times. It was baffling what 24 hours in his presence had done to her.

She had discovered she actually had a heart.

“I am in so much trouble.” she sighed, the words holding a wealth of meaning.

“Now what did you do? Refuse to eat your soup?” This was now a scrubbed up and respectable looking Bart re entering the room. He could see that Fanny had worked her magic on his sister, and he had to admit, he was relieved. Fanny smiled and rose from where she had been sitting, and sashayed up to Bart, wrapping her arms around him. She looked up at him adoringly and purred. “Daaahling. I missed you so.” she got on her tipe toes and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. All the earlier anger had now subsided. Bart melted almost immediately, and held onto her, keeping his arms around her waist. “I’m so sorry…I really am. Just…everything…Father…the meeting…Sissy…it was too much.”At least he was being honest about it. No sense trying to hide the truth of the fact of how much he was unprepared for the new role that was thrust upon him. “What hurts the most….I never got to say goodbye…” This was fact. Fanny could only console him by saying. “You will do that at the funeral. Though…going to be hard to have a showing with no body.” Fanny had a point. Normally, they let people come and view the corpse, before they are laid to rest. As it stood, there was no corpse.

“There might be a corpse.” Bart finally said with an evil grin. “Whose?” Fanny asked….

“Juliette’s”

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Taking a deep breath, Elvira set aside her tray and moved slowly to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the lovebirds. “Barty…are you still angry with me?” Elvira wondered. She could take Juliette’s anger, it was a fact Elvira loathed the girl…but her brother, he was her best friend and she always felt guilty when he was upset with her and she tried to avoid it at all costs.

She sat there and waited for him to answer.

“Kitten…did you tell them the news?” Course, she hadn’t, since they had all been at each other’s throats. “Oh blimey! Elly…Bart asked me to marry him….and I said yes!she said bouncing and then flashed her engagement ring. Bart was beaming and then chuckled saying. “And I get the key to her chastity belt. Wohooo!” Fanny started to giggle snort and slap him silly, and the two started having a fake slapping war, before starting to kiss like fiends. They really were a pair.

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If a month ago anyone had told Elvira she’d be happy about something, she would have torn their throat out and enjoyed every minute of it.

But now, watching her brother and her soon-to-be-sister-in-law reaffirm their love for one another…

She wanted that for herself…

So thinking, she got to her feet, fighting the slight dizziness she felt and went to her writing table. She scratched out a quick note before ringing for Sally.

“Yes, Miss Elvira? And I must say it’s nice to see you up and about.”

“Thank you, Sally. Could you please see that this message gets to Count Marulo, please?” she asked, passing over the sealed envelope before she could change her mind. Sally’s eyes couldn’t have gone any wider if they’d been attached to springs.

“I’ll see to it personally.” Sally bobbed a curtsey and quickly left. Needing some air, she ignored Bart and Fanny and stepped out onto her balcony, taking in the scents of the gardens below.

Would he accept?

Elvira stood watching Sally and the other servants preparing an area in the gardens for the dinner she was hosting with The Count. She was never more nervous in her life.

Sally walked past, patting her arm.

“You need to be calm down before you faint.” Sally warned. Elvira nodded and took several deep breaths.

“I don’t know why I’m so bloody nervous. It’s just dinner.” Elvira stated.

“But it’s dinner with a man that you do not plan on adding to the menu…” Sally told her. “…unless you want to.” she stated under her breath. Elvira heard it anyway and tried to fight the blush that stained her cheeks.

“Sally! It’s not like that at all. He’s…different.”

“Keep telling yourself that, lovey.” Sally snickered.

“One of these days I’m going to forget you’re a friend and not a servant.” Elvira scowled.

“We’ll see.” Sally giggled, turning to go inside.

Elvira began to pace, the swish of her gown sounding loud in her own ears.

The Count strolled through the sumptuous gardens that edged the Roxburg family estate, its small candle lit vases illuminating the way, creating a joyous effect under the canopy of large oaks, and smaller bushes of the darkest green. Hard to believe that this same household would soon be fare welling one of it’s own. Dressed immaculately in a black suit, with matching shirt tie and boots, he cut a debonair figure, his hands held behind him and he had that noble air about him. There was no smugness, nor smile upon his lips, though his eyes told a different story as they searched for Elvria.

He was of course to be rewarded, for his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of the swish of her skirt, and the scent of her delicate perfume was to him, overpowering. Personally, he preferred the scent of a woman’s own musk, as opposed to be treated to the floral oils of a summer’s bouquet.

“I believe you were expecting me, Lady Roxburg.” The Count said, in that deep baritone voice of his. He spied Sally, and then raised a curt eyebrow. “You have not introduced me to your sister. Charmed, Madame.” He said this with a light bow, unaware she was the Lady’s maid.

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His voice, deep and richer than sin, caused her to jump in startlement. She whirled around, a hand over her heart. He was looking at Sally, an eyebrow raised.

“You have not introduced me to your sister. Charmed, Madame.”

Sally looked from him to Elvira and couldn’t supress the giggle. “Sister? My Lord, you wound me to the quick.” Sally grinned, executing a curtsey before him. “I am Sally Otterburn, Lady Elvira’s personal maid. And it is a pleasure to meet you.” She grinned. “Enjoy your meal.” And with that, she took her leave before Elvira could ask her to stay as a chaperone.

There was silence between them for a few moments as Elvira wondered what to do first. He simply stared at her as if he were memorizing her every feature. She did make a beautiful figure in the black and red dress.

She seemed to look everywhere but at him, her nerves wound so tight, she could probably fly to the moon.

Calm down! He’s not going to eat you! she berated herself. And would that be a bad thing if he did? her succubus snickered. Her cheeks heated as she began to imagine what he would be like in bed. She needed to shut that train of thought down now before she made a fool of herself again.

“Would you care for a drink?” she finally asked.

She gulped, hard, sure as hell he could detect her nervousness. She needed to calm down. It was just a dinner after all.

She allowed the contact, inch by inch relaxing under his kind regard.

“A red wine, M’lady. If you have it.” he answered as he released her hand.

“That can be arranged.” she agreed, ringing a small bell that was resting on the table near her hand. Lurch lumbered into view.

“You…raaang?”

“The Merlot Red, if you please.” she requested. He nodded and did as she asked. While they waited, she turned back to The Count. “Won’t you please have a seat?” She asked, pointing to one of the two chairs at the small dining table that had been set up for them.

Now Elvira was being the hostess, and the Count played along. He felt her nervousness start to ease up, and that may have had something to do with the manner in which he was courting her. She needed a firm hand, but one that did not try to be too overpowering. He politely walked with her over to where the seats were, and with a dancer’s grace, he swept in behind her and withdrew the seat, ready to help her sit down at the table. The Count was pulling out all the stops, ensuring that she was treated as the Lady she in fact was.

“After you.” He said, waiting for her to make herself comfortable, as he assisted to glide the chair in. Once she had her skirts draped around her fashionably, the Count then took a seat opposite her, making sure to undo the lower button of his jacket first.

“Such a beautiful garden. I imagine you spend a lot of quality time here, Lady Roxburg.” This was going to be interesting, for the Count was not using any suggestive talk, to arouse her succubus nature, then again….he really didn’t have to do much to awaken that side of her.

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“You…confuse me.” she stated, her eyes mesmerized by his. “I don’t know why. I never expected myself to have feelings for anybody except Barty and Alice…but you…it’s odd.” she stated. “This has never happened to me before. I guess that’s why my behavior around you has been less than ladylike.”

Unconciously, she found her own hand, the one he was touching, tangled within his own, touching him as gently as he was touching her.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way, Elvira. You are a creature of divine beauty, strength and passion. Why curb all that before me?” Under the table, she would be able to feel his foot disappear up her skirts. “Let go of your inhibitions, and be who you are. As I said to you once before, I can take it.”

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The succubus within her was waking up and she had to grit her teeth to prevent it from taking control.

“You…do not…know what you ask.” she whispered tightly.

“Let ….her….out.”

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With an inhuman growl, Elvira backed away from the table, knocking over her chair in the process. She turned away from him, hunched over. Her skin seemed to ripple as she struggled to keep the succubus at bay.

“Do not fight what you are! Why do you deny yourself?” she could hear the succubus rage in her head. And that was the crux of the matter. Why was she fighting who she was? She wasn’t just a Roxburg. She was a Demon of Hell, the Granddaughter of Lucifer, Lord of Hell. A succubus. A creature of sin and sex.

The succubus broke free with an almost tangible flare of her aura. Elvira’s skin took on a supernatural glow as she turned to face The Count.

Her eyes were sparkling with the promise of dark delights and hidden lusts. Her body was a painter’s dream.

He would find himself staring into the face of Elvira, Demoness of Sexual Delights.

“So beautiful.” The Count uttered, still relaxing on his chair. Why didn’t he get up, why did he seem to be drinking in her form, for it was easy to see that he was well and truly aroused. He had other plans. He started to undo the tie around his neck, drawing it down, then a few buttons of his shirt, to show a hint of skin. Then…he simply said;

“Come…to me.” His voice rich and the words rolled off his tongue. He was still dominant, even in this situation. She may be the Demoness of Sexual Delights, but he was the Alpha wolf, of the Bavarian line. “You..are mine.”

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“Mmm. That sounds…delightful.” she murmured, her voice dark with sensual promise. So saying, her hands moved to the front ties of her dress, slowly unlacing them before his gaze. She stopped just above the swell of her breasts and ran her fingers slowly across her skin. “Do I…delight you…M’Lord?” she grinned, reaching forward to undo the rest of the buttons of his shirt so she could graze her nails across his skin.

“You do indeed.” The Count chortled. This was so worth the wait, after stripping back the formalities that had them practically in straight jackets, how to act, walk, talk and dine. No, this was now primal urges and lust overshadowing societies standards. Oh if only the old biddies in the tea shop could see this scene, they would have wet their knickers in excitement.

When Elvira stopped unlacing the front ties of her dress, the Count saw the locket that rest between her cleavage. This brought an inner warmth to him. He gave her the locket in a manner, like a Man who sought to make claim upon her. Now, with her upon his lap, and starting to undress him so she could run her nails down his chest, he had one question;

“Does my Demoness….love thy Master with whole heart?”

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Evangeline had been surprised to wake up the following morning to discover that most of the house were already up and about doing their individual duties. After noticing the time, she had to hurry if she was to make it to her first class of students on time…

It had been a delightful experience. All those young, fresh faces had taken an instant liking to their new first form teacher and she with them. She had been commended afterwards on having such a well-behaved group of students. “You are a natural!” the headmistress of the school had gushed. “Usually we have to pry the first form teacher from the ceiling after her day is complete because the children get so rambunctious. What’s your secret?”

“I just…like children.” was all Evangeline could think to say. The headmistress grinned and let her be.

Now she sat in the cafe, enjoying a mid-morning brunch as the world went by outside of the window where she chose to sit. She presented quite the picture, her unnatural beauty causing many a head to turn as the men took notice of her presence as they walked by the window. A few were nearly run down by carriages as they were of mind of watching her rather than paying attention to where they were walking.

Already the news of the massacre at the ball and the death of Lord Roxburg were in that morning’s paper and she read both articles with a heavy heart.

“So much pain.” she murmured to herself, sipping her tea.

“Me too!” Maha practically shouted as they danced. She was absolutely thrilled to be here and it seemed like nothing could ruin her night right now. They danced and she was impressed that he actually could. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would go out dancing a lot, so it pleased her that he could definitely hold his own on the dance floor. He went to get them drinks and she smiled and nodded, watching him as he walked away with a huge smile on her face. She had been so wrapped up in Eric and everything he was doing that she had not noticed a bunch of guys looking over at her.
One of them got the courage to come over and talk to her. “Hey girl, you need a drink?” he asked her.
“No thanks, my… friend just went to go get us some. Thanks though!” she said in her usual cheery voice.
“Maybe just a dance then?” he asked, moving closer to her and swaying his hips with the music a little bit.
She just laughed. Being a pretty young blonde, she was used to guys hitting on her at parties. Being a hybrid, she could hold her own when they did so. Putting up a hand, she pushed him away with just a little bit of force. No girl of eighteen should have been able to do it, but she didn’t use a lot of strength so he didn’t seem to notice. “Maybe next time. I’m here with someone,” she said, just slightly less nice than she had spoken before. But the guy continued to try to get closer to her, which irritated her. She simply sighed heavily. Tonight was too perfect of a night for some jerk to come and ruin.
Eric came back with the drinks and she felt relieved. Now she had an excuse and would pull Eric towards her and start dancing with him, hopefully causing the guy to back off. But Eric had different plans. He stepped in between the guy and her and showed him something that freaked him out. His fangs, no doubt. When he turned around and handed her her drink she made a kind of “yikes” face and then smiled at him.

“This is perfect,” she said, taking a drink, her eyes still smiling up at him. “Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” she asked with a sly smile. At that moment, the music changed. Some people looked around, upset that the upbeat music had come to an end and was replaced with a slow, romantic one. Others seemed to be excited and grabbed their partners to hold them closer. Maha smiled, a little shyly, and moved closer to him, holding up her hands to put on his shoulders, careful not to spill her drink on him.

Eric chuckled with her expression as he just hit his glass slightly against hers and took a sip from his drink. He so did not wanted that guy stay so closer to Maha, she was with Eric, and he wanted it to be that way, this is like the first time he hangs out alone with a girl, and make it look like a date, if they could call it that. He was enjoying it way too much to let an asshole ruin their night.
When she told him it wasn’t so hard, he just shook his head.
“Its different.”
It was different, it was more about helping her out, than help himself out. So of course, he works better whenever he needs to help somebody, and since he’s here today with Maha, he won’t let her think he won’t be there for her whenever she needs him. And also, because he felt a hint of jealousy whenever he saw that guy getting too closer to her, it wasn’t his place, he needed to back off.

Now that the beat of the music changed, and went into some slow, romantic one, he had to admit, he got a bit nervous, since this meant, he would have her more closer to him than before, but if he just calmed down, everything would be fine. He stared down at Maha with some awkward expression, before relax his shoulders, and allow her to place her hands there. Then he just stretched out his hands as well, and wrapped his arms around her waist instead of placing his palms on her sides. He done this because it was the only way he could keep her closer while holding his glass without spilling his drink on her, it wasn’t that easy, but how closer they were made him forget about that, and just enjoy this moment. He keep his eyes locked into hers, with a smile upon his face, feeling himself getting more comfortable each second it passed.

Of course her phone went off, ruining the moment. She let out a short sigh of exasperation. “Sorry,” she muttered, letting him go so that she could check her phone. Turning away, a little embarrassed, she pulled it out of her bra. She didn’t have pockets on her dress so there was really no other place for it. Dad, her screen read. That surprised her. It was weird that he was even texting her right now. It confused her, but she eagerly opened the text and looked at it in disgust. She forcefully shoved it back in her dress and turned to look at Eric again. “My dad wants me home,” she said with an eye roll. “Probably found out that I was actually having a good time.” She wondered if her mom had told him she’d been going to the party with Eric. Another thing that made Eric so appealing to her was the fact that her dad did not approve of his father or any of the Manzenlis. It was like a forbidden love and Maha always found that to be quite desirable. For a moment she considered going home. Her dad had spent the time to text that to her. That was more than he’d done for a while. But then her expression hardened. “You know what? No.” She drained her daiquiri in seconds and set it on a tray that a waiter happened to be walking by with and took his shoulders again and continued to dance. There was no way she was going to let her father, who didn’t even talk to her when she was at home, ruin her night. In fact, she did not have any intention on going home tonight at all.

Shane’s sports car pulled up in the empty space beside William and Jennifer’s car and as he turned off the ignition, he couldn’t help but look over and see Jennifer. This was the girl that had been in the restroom with Galtem, the one that Amelia had walked in on. So THIS was the girl that caused Amelia to melt down? The nerve, and she is going home with a guy that has no idea she just cheated on him with the bar owner. Shane could feel his anger rising, after having tried to comfort Amelia at her home. Then he thought for a moment. Karma always bites a person back on the ass. It wasn’t his place to interfere, so he got out of his car, but made sure to slam the door, before walking back inside. He needed a drink, to cool him down and so…he headed straight for the bar.

The Bar

There was still a bit of a crowd about, but he did recognize one face behind the bar, and that was Lizzy. Showing his usual hundred watt smile, he took a seat near Nicole and some other guy he didn’t recognize and raised a hand. “Hey Gorgeous, fancy getting me a JD on ice.” He winked and then looked to Nicole and Matt and raised his head. “You two make a nice couple….let me know when you are having your wedding.” he joked.

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Nicole cheeks slightly flushed red when Matt had scooted closer to her. Once he started speaking again she would look back at him with a smile. She then noticed Matt hand reaching out towards her. At first she was a bit curious of what he was trying to do, but she saw that he was just greeting himself and reaching out for a hand shake. Nicole would reach her hand out as well and grab on to his softly, slightly shaking it with firmness. When their hands came together she would feel the coldness of his skin along hers. Nicole found it slightly weird, but it wasn’t anything big to bring to her attention. “Well, it’s nice to meet you again Matt. I’m Nicole Moore.” Once done with shaking his hand she would let go and place it hand her chin, as she leaned against the counter for support. Nicole could feel the heat between the two grow as they sat closely together, basically staring into each other eyes. But once again Nicole wanted to break the silence. “So, how have you been lately?” She said as she perked a brow. Nicole was just trying to start a friendly conversation between the two, just so thy could get to know each other more.

Lizzy came back with the man’s beer in time to hear their introductions. “Here you go,” she said, handing the beer to him. Usually she was a lot more flirtatious with her male customers, but not with Matt. Lizzy was a total slut but she wasn’t a back-stabbing bitch. She was excited for Nicole to have someone. It just meant she’d work that much harder to find herself someone as well. Nothing serious. Just fun.

After she served them, a familiar face showed up. Shane came to the club from time to time so she saw him quite a bit. He was a vampire heart-throb but he was just as much of a player as she was. You’d think that would be a sign that they would have already slept together, but for some reason Lizzy hadn’t worked harder at it. There was something about him that freaked her out. He was a strong vampire, rich, and one of the most charming people she’d ever met. But she kept her distance. Well, other than flirting with him relentlessly when he was here. But that was normal for her. Her eyes flashed as he greeted her with a compliment, as did her smile. “Coming right up,” she said, ignoring his wink as she went to go get him his drink. She caught his comment about Nicole and Matt and it made her chuckle quietly to herself.
When she came back with Shane’s Jack Daniels it seemed the two were already getting quite comfortable with each other. She made a mental note to ask Nicole how they knew each other, or at least kind of knew each other, later. Hopefully not till the morning if both of them went about things right that night. “Is it just cause I’ve been around for over 300 years or does picking up someone at a bar get more cliché with every day?” she asked Shane, leaning over the counter to talk to him. She wasn’t going to interrupt Nicole’s good luck and she definitely wasn’t going to stand around not talking to anyone. He was the logical choice.

Tess almost froze again, but managed to keep her composure. “Uh, Mark and I are… we’re working for a guy involved with the pack in London. Just information and such. We’re mostly just living here after moving around a lot.” Lies. At least she was mostly honest – she’d originally began working for Jace on the condition that she didn’t have to hurt anyone. But most of their assignments were kill or be killed now, so there were no other options. And, the biggest lie, was what Jace was involved in. He was involved with the English COVEN. Vampire. Not werewolf. But she wasn’t about to tell her father that, after over a hundred years. “How long have you been here?” She looked a Mills with a small smile after she asked her dad the question, then back to him. She moved back slightly toward Alec, almost like an apology for the turn their conversation had taken.

Seph and Circe had begun to make their way over to the four, though it was more like Circe was pulling Seph along. “Aunt M, I found the delinquent.” Mills eyes snapped to Seph at Circe’s words, and she gave her an almost dangerous look. She moved away from the bar and placed a hand on Bones’ arm as she passed him, stopping in front of the two girls to speak to them in a hushed tone, even though Tess, Bones and Alec would hear it anyway. “Persephone Mills, you are so lucky that you didn’t come over here when it was still just me and Bones, you don’t even know.” Seph was suppressing a smile. “Hey, it’s not like I did my homework anyway.” Mills reached up and tousled her hair, suppressing her own smile as her nieces laughed in a sort of broken unison. 

Shane was well aware that the couple next to him were simply enraptured with each other. It was actually a nice thing to see. A genuine attraction; though the guy looked like he could use a push, but while waiting for his Jack Daniels, he knew when it was best to leave well enough alone. The wild night was starting to do the wind down, with some folks either heading for their cars for make out sessions, or back to the nearest motel room, to continue the dancing, but without the lights and bass music. You’d think that Shane would have scored earlier in the night, and he may have done, though he was interrupted in that pursuit. No rest for the wicked, they say. Course, there was always tomorrow night, and Shane rarely went without a feed. On bringing Shane his JD, Lizzy quipped about how she thought after all these years, that picking up someone at a bar, was getting more cliche’. Taking up his glass, he turned it thoughtfully in his hand, and then took a sip pondering her words of wisdom.

“Bars are often the places that you will find the most lonely of society. Drink eases up their shyness, and they can lose themselves. Next thing they know, they are off in the back alley, screwing someone, that they will probably never see again. And if they drink enough….they won’t remember anyways.” Taking another sip, he showed a half smile and offered. “Course, you’d know that better than anyone. I bet you hear all kinds of lines.” He gave the couple to his left a hopeful look. There was something about that couple. Made him happy to see. “Then again…there are always exceptions.” He raised his glass in a silent toast to Nicole and Matt, then drank down the last of his drink.

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Lizzy looked at Shane, thinking about what he said for a moment. It was true that most people who came to pick up people at a bar were either lonely or just incredibly horny. She had never thought of herself as lonely. Just someone looking to have fun. Having sex with the same person for 300 years would have been dreadful and she was no way ready for a committed relationship. But the only reason she picked most of her “victims” up at a bar was because it was easiest access. She worked here and was in tight and revealing clothing. It was easy to pick up a guy when you were dressed like that. She had to turn down offers daily, never letting men forget who was really in charge. When he said she’d know better than anyone and had surely heard all sorts of lines, she shrugged in an arrogant kind of manner and flashed a cocky smile. “I manage,” she said but the smile faltered when he said there were always exceptions. She turned to look at Nicole. It did seem like she really liked this guy. But Lizzy didn’t even know if they knew each other that well. Surely they weren’t in “love” or anything like that. Nicole was just looking to have some fun. Though Lizzy wasn’t so sure about this when she saw the way the two interacted. It almost made Lizzy sad. She hadn’t looked at a guy like that in centuries. Hadn’t wanted to look at a guy like that. Love was for the hopeless and she was quite pleased with her life. There was no point in changing anything. But she supposed she was a bit lonely after River died. It had been the longest one hundred years of her life. Of course she had Nicole and a few other friends but none of them connected with her quite like River did. She realized she’d been quiet for a while now and stood up straight, no longer leaning on the counter, hoping her expression hadn’t given her away. “Love is for the hopeless,” she repeated her thoughts as if she were indifferent about the matter. He seemed to find Nicole and Matt’s infatuation intriguing. But that was silly.

“Ooh.” Circe had a sort of taunting look on her face, and Seph had to snort to stifle her laughter. Mills rolled her eyes, smiling at Tess and then at Bones. Circe was just making fun of him because he considered them family so deeply that he had to correct himself in his speech. Mills spoke up first, almost laughing at Tess’ confused expression. “They’re my nieces – adopted, as you can probably tell. Obviously, they are nothing like me.” Circe turned her chin up in mock hurt. “I am offended, I am exactly like you. I like space too.” Mills gave her a look that hinted she was walking on thin ice, so she quickly laughed and turned to Tess. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m assuming that you’re a friend of Bones?” Mills leaned over and whispered something to Circe, who then looked at Tess a little less than nicely. Then the look turned on Bones. “You didn’t tell us you had a daughter.” Mills whispered something in her ear again, and a look of understanding crossed her face before it turned to her feet. “Nevermind.” Seph looked a little uninterested, and in fact wasn’t looking at the other four anymore.

Tess smiled again, looking at the two even though they weren’t looking at her. “It’s nice to meet you too.” That’s when she noticed Alec was gone, and there was a napkin in her seat. She had hardly even heard him leave, her attention was so engaged on Bones and the three females. She gently took the napkin in her hand, and her billionth sudden recognition of the night shot through her brain like an icy bullet. It was only out of the corner of her eye, but seeing him was enough to let her know she needed to high tail it out of there. Gatsby. Andrew Gatsby was the most formidable person they had come across yet. And his presence was even worse given that the vampire she and Mark had just taken out was one of his (lesser) goons. “Well, I think I have to go. Mark and I have some work to do in the house that we’re staying at with- with some friends.” She looked at her father, feeling a little awkward that a, she’d been reunited with him in a BAR of all places, and that she just had to leave. “Um, I can, uh… Meet you somewhere tomorrow, maybe?” Circe seemed already on it and handed Tess yet another napkin that had Bones’ cell, his landline and just about every other way you could contact the man written on it. Mills gave her an incredulous look, almost as if she was going to ask her about that later. Tess nodded at her and smiled again, then turned to hug her father once more. “I really missed you.” She whispered. She thought it would be odd to say ‘I love you” so she decided against it. She pulled away from him and turned to walk away, waving slightly.

Once outside, Mark gave her a look. “You weren’t supposed to leave so soon.” She shot a look back at him. “You weren’t supposed to be waiting for me.” He rolled his eyes and the two climbed into the black SUV, silence ensuing the rest of the way home.

Back at the Bar

“She seemed nice.” Mills raised an eyebrow at Bones, almost as if in a question.

The two of them were a lot closer and let restricted now that their glasses were out of their hands and she just looked up at him and smiled, trying to forget about the text she’d gotten from her dad. It was things like that that made her know that he actually cared about her, but only enough to reprimand her when she did something he didn’t like. Not enough to praise her for the good she did or to even talk to her on a regular basis. It was not Maha’s fault that she had been turned into a hybrid. Well, maybe it was. Maybe she shouldn’t have trusted him enough to get that close to her to change her. But was it really so bad? Giles had always been so worried about her and now he didn’t have to be. She could hold her own. Hell, she could take on Giles if she needed to. It seemed like she could never make him happy no matter what she did.

But she was happy now and that was all that mattered. “So, you were saying it was different because this time it was me who was in trouble? And not you?” she asked, going back to their previous subject. “So what you’re saying is, you just need a damsel in distress and you’ll be able to stick up for them?” she teased. “Cause I should let you know right now that as much as I enjoyed being defended by you, I can take care of myself,” she said in a light-hearted manner, letting her werewolf eyes flash. That was something she loved about herself. She may be half-vampire, but her eyes were all werewolf. It made her fit in with everyone else. But as soon as people realized that she had to feed on blood to survive, they went back to remembering that she was as much of a monster as any vampire. Maybe worse. Maha was an outcast. Never fully accepted as a werewolf and never fully accepted as a vampire.
Right now she didn’t have to worry about that. Because Eric honestly did not care. She had him as a friend no matter what.Friend, she had to remind herself as they continued to dance to the slow song. He was just willing to be her friend.

Bones looked awkwardly over at the girls as they had their different reactions to his introduction of them. He rolled his eyes and almost said “Oh, shut up,” to Circe as she made fun of him, but decided better of it since he was not only in front of Mills who expected him to be some kind of parental figure to them, but also his daughter who did not know him very well. At least not anymore. He was grateful that Mills had taken up on telling Tess who they were since she clearly did a better job. Bones coughed a little when Circe took Tess for a friend of his rather than his daughter. Mills, once again, took care of this, but he closed his eyes and sighed as she made another comment. No, he did not tell them he had a daughter. Because he had not known he’d had a daughter till a few moments ago. At least not one that was alive.
Tess didn’t seem to mind the outspokenness of Circe and smiled kindly. He just looked at her. She was a woman now and he’d missed it all. But just like that she had to go again. She really was mysterious, wasn’t she? He could hardly speak as she went to take off again. He’d just gotten her back. He had not been planning on letting her go for a really long time and now she was already getting ready to leave just like that. Circe handed her his contact information and Tess went to hug her. He held onto her tightly for just a moment as she muttered that she missed him and before he could respond, she’d pulled away and left. He watched after her, a little heart-broken as she walked away. It took him a second to realize what Mills had said and he turned to her. “What? Oh… yeah, I guess she did,” he said. She was just as much a stranger to him as she was to Mills, it seemed. It was hard for him to even think at the moment. He sat back down at the bar and grabbed his shot glass and downed it right there, not sure what else he could say.

Dylan was finally at the party, he skipped classes today, just went to one, since he had nothing to do, he just decided to use that class to get some sleep, and contact with some friends, to tell them about the drug he had and the party, so they all could have their fun. After that, he just spent his ti me outside, walking around and smoking with some friends, they did not touched the weed, ecstasy and cocaine, they was planning on using it all for the night, plus, Dylan didn’t told anybody about the ecstasy that would be only for him, for his own fun.
He left his jacket, scarf and shirt in some place hidden, so he didn’t had to carry that thing around, he was now wearing a white t-shirt, and dark jeans. As many people do, he had to hide the drug in his underwear, so the guards wouldn’t find any drug on him. After passing that test, he just grinned and stepped inside, the lights, music, girls, drinks, everything, was perfect, just for him have his fun. But first he was going to get something to drink, so he went directly to the bar, he did not noticed his sister and Erica, he was just too focused on get drinks and go up to his friends, that he was already seeing them in few booths having fun. For now, Dylan only asked for a beer, starting soft, knowing very well, it wouldn’t take him long to finish the beer, and have his friends bring weird drinks for make him drink them, and get drunk, plus he had the drug to use, so everything would be “fine”.

“Dylan over here! You come alone?!” One of his friends asked out loudly, so he could hear.
Dylan just smirked and stepped closer, sliding himself into a booth. He took a long sip from his beer, enjoying the cold liquid sliding down in his throat.
“For now yes. I met the twins Izzy and Iggy, I really hope see them tonight, so I can have my fun.”
Dylan replayed with a grin, as they all just keep on drinking. After finishing the beer, his friends was already bringing him drinks more strong, and he would just drink them, while one of them was preparing some weed for smoke.

Shane was always on the ball when it came to body language, and especially someone as out there as Lizzy. Always so confident, and cocky. Right up to a point, where Shane had pointed out that there was an exception to the rules, when love can and would happen in the unlikeliest of places. Why, it was happening right beside them, with Nicole and Matt. Shane was no idiot, and he could see this without to much of a glance. But it was Lizzy’s reaction that had him intrigued. Did it bother her that Nicole, who he had seen before at the bar, was finding herself smitten with the reserved looking Matt?

He continued to watch her as she no longer slouched, but was standing tall, and silent. A penny for her thoughts. To be able to delve into her mind and see what she was thinking exactly. Perhaps, deep down inside her being, that was what she wanted. She could deny that, but…actions were so much louder than words. He figured that by her comments and how she wasn’t even attempting to flirt with him, that she saw that he was more like her than she would like to believe.

At this moment, a leggy blonde walked up to the bar, slouching and showing off a great deal of her cleavage. She smelt strongly of alcohol and a cheap perfume. Dress so high that it was showing off a good amount of arse.

“Uhm…tequila please.” She gave Shane a sideways glance, and then started to make that horrid goose lips like pout. “Hello Handsome..” Shane’s eyebrow shot up, as she tried to get cozy with him, practically salivating on his coat. “Your place or mine?’ Shane used but one finger, to push her…and enough to make her fall right off the bar stool and collapse in a heap on the floor. “The gutter is not my style, but I thank you for the offer.”

With that he paid his tab and winked at Lizzy. “Good luck tonight, toots.” And he strode out towards the door.

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Jacque shifted her eyes around awkwardly and listened as Galtem claimed to not be a womanizer. She had heard plenty of rumors to the contrary, but hey, people could change. Crossing her arms against her chest, she watched the man bring the bottle of vodka before her eyes flicked back to Galtem. She was curious as to whether he would just keep sipping from bottles or if he could salvage up enough dignity to drink from a glass with her. Smiling slightly, the mermaid watched her boss pour two glasses and push one towards her. As she picked it up, he mentioned how long he has been in love with some woman she didn’t think she even knew. Her smile turned into a smirk and she clinked her glass against his sarcastically “Here’s to a century of good lovin’…” Downing her whole glass, she winced and as her eyes watered. Blinking back the tears, she grabbed the bottle and poured herself another. After taking a sip, she nodded with satisfaction and turned to look at Galtem, all playfulness leaving her now serious face. Leaning forward, she held her glass in one hand while the other pointed at him “So let me get this straight…after all these years of loving her, you still think the solution to your problems is drinking your sorrows away and hoping she is just happy figuring this all out for herself? You don’t really learn well, do you?”Taking another sip, she stared him down as she knew she was talking back to her boss who could very well throw her out on her ass. She didn’t care one bit, this guy needed to hear this. Frowning, she smacked her lips and continued “I think you’re a fool to be sitting here. What you should be doing is showing her that you’ve changed and will do anything to make her happy…by actually being there. Now isn’t that a novel idea? You actually sticking something out with this girl. I say you should man up and tell her you can’t live without her.” She leaned forward to grab his chin so he was looking at her as she said this “Cause honey, this here ain’t living.” Letting him go, she leaned back and smiled, lifting her glass in a mock toast “To those who keep choosing to live like fools.” Downing the rest of her vodka, she looked away from him as she knew she was one to not taste her own medicine. 

Galtem wiggled his eyebrows and smirked when he heard her sarcastic comment.
“And good fuckin’”
He had to say this, it was the truth. Good lovin’ and fuckin’, it was what happen with Jennifer, right? Well, not all, but close enough, only if Amelia didn’t had stepped in, it would literally go to the end, and then they would feel more guilty, but still good, because they know that’s what they desire for, they were craving for each other touch. Passion, is what they wanted. But now it was all gone.
After hitting his glass against Jacque’s, he brought the glass closer to his lips, and drank half of the glass. He got amused that Jacque decided to drink the whole glass, and he noticed her eyes getting wet, and people say men doesn’t know limits on drinking. All off sudden, she wasn’t with the funny expression anymore, she had a serious on, and he could know, something bad was coming out from her mouth. And it did..because on the right second, he was basically getting scolded by his own worker, telling him that drinking his sorrows away isn’t the solution. What he could do? Go after her for what? Yes, he does love her, but she’s with somebody else, somebody that is better than him, at least in being a good boy.
Then she just said her personal opinion, calling him a fool, something he was so used to hear, that it could turn out in his nickname. He just drank the rest of vodka in his glass, and poured another glass for himself, so he could keep on drinking while listening to Jacque, it seemed like he was ignoring her, but he was actually listening to her, and he listened even more whenever she grabbed his chin, having the both of them too closer.
He stared down at her hand, before look back up to her eyes. He really should do what she told him to, but don’t wait for him leave everything behind now, and go after Jennifer, no, he’d rather stay here and keep on drinking, then maybe next day, he would think about it.
“Thanks, Dr.Philina.”
He said with some sarcasm tone in his voice, before lean his back against the couch, and take a sip from his drink.
“You should follow your advices as well.”
As soon as he finished this words, he basically snatched the glass out of her hand. She seemed to be drowning her sorrows as well. So he would mess around with her too.

Mills gave Bones a sympathetic look before wrapping an arm around Seph and looking to the twins. “I think you two have had enough excitement for one night. Full moon’s tomorrow, and I don’t need you idiots passing out in the middle of it.” Circe pouted slightly, but Seph just kind of laughed. She turned to Bones, raising her eyebrow again. “You okay to drive? I don’t think I’ve seen you so shocked by anything… ever, really.” Seph and Circe whispered something to each other and started giggling, though Seph’s giggles were less girly. Mills looked at them with narrowed eyes. “If you two whisper one more thing to each other tonight, I swear I’m going to-” “Finish writing your book?” Seph full on burst out laughing at Circe’s comment, and Mills’ eyes narrowed even more. Her plans of winding the night down seemed to have disappeared in her annoyance. It was always like this, with her and them. She was too much like them, too young-hearted to keep her authoritative role up and running around them.

Erica was nodding her head in agreement of what Haley was telling her. But once she brought up Dylan a soft grin would hang over her lips. Yeah, so you can say that Erica did have some sort of a crush on Dylan. She slightly shrugged her shoulders as she raised both of her eyebrows being silly.“Yeah. I guess you can say so.” She said chucking a bit as Haley nudged her shoulders at her. But instantly the smile had faded away as it was being replaced with a frown. Erica was frowning because Haley said she haven’t seen Dylan ever since this morning, and Erica knew how Dylan was. A troublesome child of course, and he always got himself into stuff that was difficult to get out of. All Erica hoped was that he was okay. But then Erica look over to the guys that were smiling and winking at the her and Haley. A weak smile would show as she waved her hand shyly towards them, but as soon as that happened Haley had already gotten hold of her other arm and dragged her over to the bar.

Bar

Once getting to the bar, Haley and Nicole would take a seat at the end, away from the others so they could talk privately about whatever. But once Erica got too comfortable to say anything, she felt the presence of someone familiar. Her light brown eyes quickly shifted to seeing Dylan at the other end of the bar. “Omg!! Look! Look!” She said quietly as she threw one of her hands repeated on Haley’s arm. “He’s here!!”

Bar

Once the hand shake broke Nicole did noticed the confused expression that quickly appeared on Matt’s face. At this moment everything was running through Nicole’s mind, as she was wondering herself what had caught his attention. Maybe it was the coldness behind the hand shake that they had. She didn’t know, but she was too scared to ask. Nicole just hoped whatever it was it wasn’t anything too crazy. Nicole then noticed his expression on his face instantly change from confused to calm when Nicole asked him how he’s been. Once he responded she would nod her head softly with a smile.“Well that’s good Matt. I’m happy that everything is working out for you.” She said as she pushed back the fly away strands of hair that hanging down on her face. Everyone knows that a vampire’s hearing is extremely good when it comes to things being secretive or quiet. Nicole could hear everything that was said from Matt when he turned his head slightly away and then back. She couldn’t help but smile as both of her cheeks quickly flushed red. Nicole didn’t know what to say. She was just flattered by what Matt had said.

Yes, Melinda, the witch, crazy, single, grandmother come to this party, and she was going to have her fun. We couldn’t tell she was already a grandmother and that old, witches always age slowly, and tend to remain beautiful, if some are lucky, tho. Plus, she had makeup on, so she could easily make people think she was in her young 30s, or something. She looked beautiful with her mature face and makeup. As clothing, she was wearing some loose grey thin tank top, dark jeans, matching with the color of her high-heel shoes, and a small purse that she was holding with her hand, it was more like rectangle. Her hair was long, wavy and brown. We could say Melinda looked stunning for her age.
She walked up to the bar, and ordered some vodka, whenever she had the glass, she walked up to an empty booth, and sat down, drinking it, knowing already some male would get closer to her, due the looks she got from somebody while walking. Like she thought, it would be only a matter of time, till the male finally sat down besides Melinda.
“Hey there, beauty. Alone?” He asked with a charming smile.

“Not anymore.”
Melinda wasn’t making herself look that slutty on the beginning, so she just acted hard to get, even tho she didn’t moved away from the booth. Her eyes scanned around the area, and she noticed her grandson, Eric, being social and in a date with a girl? Well that was something new, since she took care of that kid like her own, she thought Eric could never be that social, no matter how many times Melinda tried to make him go with some girl. But now that he was here, it was his time to be a man. She waited for him to notice her, and whenever he did, she just pointed at him, and at Maha, telling him to kiss her, by doing some weird moves with her hands, and moving her lips slow motion so he could know what she was saying.

Eric was dancing gladly with Maha, and just chuckled at her words, he was going to answer her, till he noticed his grandmother. Oh god, what was that woman doing here?! Shouldn’t she be at home and watch some novel, or something? Wasn’t she getting too old for parties like that? Then he noticed the guy besides her, who was trying his best to get Melinda’s attention. Melinda noticed Eric, and just done some weird moves with her hands telling Eric to kiss Maha? What, no way. He wasn’t going to do that, he was too shy and insecure for such thing. Eric just pulled Maha more closer to him, making her head lean against his chest, so she wouldn’t be able to see such “show” from his grandmother. Eric moved his lips as he was saying “No”, he wasn’t going to kiss Maha.

Melinda rolled her eyes, when she noticed that Eric wasn’t doing what she told him to, was that hard to kiss somebody? She keep insisting wanting him to kiss her, but Eric just keep saying no. Melinda got enough, and moved her lips like she was saying “Like this!”. Then she turned around, pressed her palms against the cheeks of the random guy that was flirting with her, and she rushed her lips against his, already making out with a man who was clearly years and years more younger than her, he was a human after all. After few seconds of kissing the man, Melinda let him go.
“Oh wow, that was amazing..” He mumbled.
“Yeah, this grandmother is taking you home tonight.” Melinda whispered against his lips with a grin.
Then she just looked back at Eric, and made an expression like “See it was easy, now do it.” Having a grandmother like this its a hard task..

Outside

A cop undercover was told that a party was going on in Derry, so as a cop, he would do his work. He got undercover, so he could make sure everything was alright, but before he could even step inside the disco, he saw something horrible on the back, it was a dead body, he ran towards the body, and pressed his fingers against the neck, and didn’t felt any pulse. He had to call out the others. He grabbed his phone and just warned them about the dead body at the back of the Disco in Derry. Then it was just wait for them all come.

After few minutes, few cars from the police come over, with their lights working and making a horrible noise, that would alert everyone police was coming, anybody that was outside, would run inside and warn everybody cops are coming, so they all could run away, of course the only ones who would mostly run away were underage ones, ones that done something, or those that just doesn’t want to deal with the police.

Eric was shocked yet kind of disgusted with what his grandmother did, its no easy see your grandmother kissing somebody way more younger than her, while you know her real age, it just made his stomach turn. But something else happen, some guys were telling around, that the cops was coming, and everybody was just leaving the disco as fast as they could, Eric did not known what happen, but he was considered underage, even tho he was way more older than that, but he couldn’t tell the cops he was a supernatural creature. Eric told his grandmother to leave as well, by doing moves with his head. He didn’t knew why he was telling her to go, but his grandmother could always be a troublesome woman in this situations.
“I think its better we take our leave now.”
Eric told Maha, as he grabbed her hand, and just began to walk away with the rest of young crowd to leave the disco, it didn’t matter if you ran from the back, or the front, some would get caught. Luckily for Eric, he used his supernatural speed to get out of there with Maha.

Mills had been right behind Bones, Seph in tow. As soon as all three had head cops, they were ready to be out of there. Even Circe. Circe didn’t mind Bones grabbing her arm though, it was easier to get through the crowd that way. She had reached back to grab Mills’ hand as they had made their way out to the car. Once there, the three looked fairly calm. “I wonder what happened.” Circe was the first to speak, but Mills followed suit soon after, her eyes trained on Bones. “There weren’t any fights going on. Manzenli doesn’t do gambling. We all would have smelt it if there were drugs. That leaves only one other option for law enforcement.” The twins looked at her with confused expressions that almost matched, and probably would have if they were identical. “Body.” Circe’s eyes widened and she brought a hand up to her mouth. Seph’s jaw dropped slightly and her brow furrowed. Mills looked down at her pockets, taking out her phone. “I’m going to text Giles, I think we should all meet there. He’ll want to know about this.” Seph looked at Circe, who turned to the car almost in fright, opening the door to the backseat once it was unlocked. The younger twin looked at Bones, then followed her sister, shutting the door after them. Mills was typing something furiously into her phone, her calmness cracking slightly with the action.

Bones looked only to Mills even as Circe spoke, but he knew what she was going to say before she said it. A body would have been impossible to smell in a room full of that many supernatural creatures so it wasn’t surprising that they had not smelled it. Circe and Seph were clearly surprised by this new piece of information and it only made him want to get out of their more. That meant a killer was on the loose at this very moment and he wanted to get the twins out of there as soon as possible. Mills took out her phone to text Giles. This was a good idea, but he didn’t think it was enough. He watched Circe get into the car and exchanged a look with Seph, nodding to her to go get in the car like her sister. She did and shut the door. He went directly to Mills and spoke to her in a harsh whisper. “Take the girls home unless Giles tells you otherwise. I’m going to stay to find out what’s going on.” He was pressing the car keys into her hand as he said this. Before she could argue he just gave her a quick hug and turned on his heels to go back into the bar that was now flooding with people trying to leave so he quickly disappeared.

When Matt heard Lizzy sing out that the cops were here, and that everyone had to leave and fast, he face palmed. He had just finished a twelve hour shift, and the last thing he wanted to be doing right now, while he had just found Nicole again, was have to do overtime. Matt quickly took Nicole’s hand and he locked eyes on her. “We are getting out of here…now.” His tone was suddenly authoritative, not wanting to take no for an answer. Whatever brought the cops round, must mean that everyone would be lined up as witnesses and neither needed that. “My bike is just outside. I’ll get you home safely.” If she agreed to go with him, Matt would lead her out to the car park, to avoid the cops and their investigation, while giving Nicole a spare helmet he kept in his kit. He straddled the bike and flipped back the kick stand.

“Come on…”

Mills watched as Bones disappeared into the crowd, her mouth still open with her very argumentative response to his statement on the tip of her tongue. She made a small angry noise, then walked quickly around to the driver’s side of the car, climbing in and starting it hastily. ”Click it or ticket.” Mills’ eyes snapped at Circe, who sank back in her seat sheepishly. “That’s what I thought.” And with that, she hit the gas pedal ten fold harder than necessary. The car shot out of the parking space and down the road, just below the speed limit. She may have been a little pissed off, but she wasn’t stupid – don’t break any primary violation traffic laws when you’re fleeing a crime scene.

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The moment of them both staring into each others eyes instantly stopped when Lizzy was telling everyone to leave the bar, and that the cops were here. Her hazel colored eyes then quickly looked back at Matt when his hand swiftly went to his face. A weak frown slowly stretched across her face as now this wasn’t the best time to have this happen. Nicole was extremely excited to see Matt and she wasn’t wishing for it to end this quick. But when he removed his hands from his face to look at her she notice something different in his eyes. But she couldn’t tell what. Next thing she knew, Matt had told her that they both had to leave, now. Nicole heard the jurassic change in his voice. She just guessed it was the police/authority side coming out of him. Nicole wanted to know why Matt was so eager to leave this instant, but she knew this wasn’t the right time to ask. All she did was nod her head quickly in agreement and followed Matt out the bar/disco.
Once they bot got outside to his bike, Nicole would put on the helmet that Matt had handed her, then got on the back of his bike. Placing both of her hands tightly around him, they would both go off to the Bayview Apartments.

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As soon as Eric and her was outside, he just used his supernatural speed to go the parking lot, so they could get their cars. Letting go off Maha’s hand, he stared down at her, and heard her telling him they should go do something else. Oh she still wanted the night to continue? He figured it was because of her father, for him that was obvious, but he didn’t commented anything about it. Now he was just thinking on what they could do.
“Well, we can go over my house.”
Eric suggested with a shrug. If it was another person saying those words, they would think he just wanted to get under Maha’s skin, but Eric was way too shy, insecure and innocent for such thing, he would never do anything against her will, since he doesn’t know that she has feelings for him. Plus, his father was probably at home or his sister. So nothing that big could happen.
“Watch a movie and drink some beers.”
He continued, as he forced a smile.
“Ok..I really have lame ideas.”
He told her with a chuckle, before shake his head.

Bar and Outside

Melinda noticed everybody starting to leave the disco, and she couldn’t figure out why, then she saw Eric telling her to leave as well. Why would she? Was the cops coming over? Well, she wouldn’t have any kind of problem, since she wasn’t “under-age”. So, she stayed quiet on her spot and just keep drinking her glass of vodka, sadly for her, the guy she had kissed, just left in hurry as well, why was everybody so scary of cops? Melinda knew nothing that bad could happen to her, she was an adult, drinking, she couldn’t get in trouble because of this.
After finishing her glass, she pushed herself up from her seat, and just walked out of the disco, by the back door, since lots of people was using that door for leave. Whenever she stepped outside, she just saw the crime scene, cops everywhere, and a dead body, right there. She stared down at the dead body, with a confused expression, till she saw he had his tongue out, and that clearly made her chuckle, but she slapped her own hand against her lips, as she tried to hold a chuckle, while she was trying to control herself from laughing, a cop showed up behind her, and just grabbed her arm.
“If you find this so funny, you wont mind if I ask you a few questions.”
Melinda felt a shiver through her spine, as she turned around, and saw the cop. Of course, blame the grandmother in the disco, its always more easy blame somebody.
“Now a person can’t laugh anymore.”
She complained with a pout, but she done with what the cop wanted. She followed him to closer to the cop cars, and he just started to ask her questions, if she saw something, if she knew that man, and so on. She did knew that man, well, only for minutes, he was the one who was outside, and the both of them just started to flirt, but only for a couple of minutes, before Melinda got inside the disco, then she stopped seeing that man. Either way, she interacted with the victim, so now she was a suspect as well.

Jacque was going to snap at Galtem for taking her glass away, but instead smiled. He was right about her not taking her own advice, but she didn’t have anyone to tell her to be a better person. At least she could be that person for her boss. She leaned in as though she were going to say something but stopped. A flash of sirens proved the cops were here. Lifting her head, she sniffed around and the smell of decay and death filled her nostrils. How had she not noticed before. Scowling, she turned to look at Galtem “This isn’t good. I think someone is dead in your Disco. YOUR disco. I’m not sure if you should leave, it’ll make you look suspect.” Standing up as though she were going to flee herself, Jacque looked down at Galtem. She wanted to run for her life but something about his state of mind had her feet staying in place. Sighing, she reached down to grab his hand. Yanking him to his feet if he would allow it, Jacque stared into his eyes intensely. “I’m not going anywhere, boss. I’ll be your alibi that you were with me the whole night. Well…mostly. Hopefully your lady friend vouches for you to.” Standing next to him, she crossed her arms and waited for the police to come in.

Eric smiled when he noticed that Maha seemed rather happy with his idea, he was glad that he was being able to please her, even if the party had stopped. He was about say something else, like telling her to just follow him while the both of them drove in different cars, but then she just asked him if she could go with him. Really? Didn’t she wanted to bring her car along? He stared at her a bit curious, but then she told him, she could pick her up from here later, so why not?
“Oh sure.”
He told her, as he tried to find the keys from his car inside his pocket and whenever he did, he just handed it to her, with a smile.
“You can ride it.”
It was clear that she was fan of cars, and she was pretty interested on his car whenever she saw it, so he was going to let her drive. He trusted her to lead them home, and he would give her directions whenever she needed. Maybe the car would be more safe in her hands than his, who knew.
After telling her this, he pressed the button from the keys, and just open the passenger door, as he got inside, and sat down. Then he just waited for her to come as well, and drive, while he gave her directions towards his place during the way.

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Galtem looked at Jacque when she was leaning back in, like she was going to tell him something, but the sirens, the loud noise, made the both of them stop thinking, and wonder what in hell was the cops doing here? He couldn’t even throw a single party, that the cops was already stalking his ass? Ugh, this night couldn’t get worse, first Jennifer, now the cops. What’s next? Some thug that wasted his time traveling from where he left him, just for face Galtem? He rolled his eyes when Jacque said that Jennifer could be used as an alibi either, and was telling him to not run away.
“Why in hell are you telling me that? You really think I could kill a man?”
Galtem asked, perking up an eyebrow. He could, he would, and he did. During this100years, his business was drug dealer, he never took them, just sold them, so of course, when things got bad, somebody would come out dead or badly injured. Then he killed some guy in front of a woman, that was stalking him after get laid with him. He wanted to scare her away, since she was getting too closer to him.
Jacque’s tug on his hand, made him quickly stand up and place the glass down on table.
“Good, because I wouldn’t let you run away.”
If he was going to get burnt, the all workers in this disco, will get burnt as well. If this disco gets closed, they all are fired.

He was clearly upset with this, and he wasn’t going to wait for the cops, he would go meet up with them, and wonder what the hell was going. He just began to walk downstairs, and left the disco by the backdoor, he went up to a cop and told them, he was the owner of this disco, it was on that moment he noticed Melinda. Oh great, that old woman got herself in trouble? Well “old”. She looked extremely beautiful for somebody with her age. But if she was in trouble, Amelia would have to known. Galtem knows Melinda through Amelia. Removing his phone, he just text Amelia, that the cops found a dead body in his disco, and Melinda might be in trouble. 

Dylan just keep having fun with his friends, they was drinking, already smoking weed, but then they was already preparing another one, since it seemed the first one was going to end quickly. Dylan was fine, well not that high nor drunk, due his werewolf abilities, but he was enough to be smiling around while staring at people. He was looking through the crowd trying to find the twins, would they show up? He thought so, since he offer them that weed, it was like a gift, and for make it up to him, they just needed to show up, so he could have his fun with them.
After looking around, his attention went back to his friends, while they keep on having some random chat about stuff, and sometimes they wasn’t even making sense, only moving around with the beat of the music. It was on that moment Iggy finally showed up. He stared at her from the corner of his eye, and bite down on his lower lip, while placing his free arm slowly around her waist, so he could keep her closer to him.
“For sure. I thought you wasn’t coming.”
He whispered into her ear as well. It was on that moment, it was his turn to smoke, and he took three blows, before give it to Iggy. He waited for her to take it, and he remained the all smoke inside his lungs. That’s how you get more high, by holding it for longer. Plus they used to do games like that, to see how held longer, and then just let it all out.
Reaching his limit, Dylan let the all smoke out, and it took awhile to remove that all smoke from his lungs, he leaned his back against the couch, and he was feeling his eyes getting heavy and red. Amazing. This was going to be definitely the best thing of his life.
BUT, it seems the cops wanted to ruin his fun. They showed up, and everybody that was under-age just left, Dylan was over 100years, but he was still considered under-age on the others eyes, plus he had drugs with him, he need to leave right now, and he could careless if his friends would get in trouble, they wasn’t really that closer friends, only guys that you could smoke with.
“Yeah, and our fun gets ruined.”
Dylan spoke, as he took Iggy by her wrist, and just began to tug her with him walking walking past the crowd, he noticed his sister, Haley and Erica. They was here as well? Hell, another reason to leave this place, or else he could get in a big problem if they saw him like that, and then his parents would scold him. After leaving the disco, he was able to sneak away from some cops, and now he was already far away from them, but he wouldn’t stay here, he decided to go to the park, so him and Iggy could keep on smoking. He had totally forgotten about her sister.
“Let’s go to the park, so we can continue this.”
He told her with a smile, as he started to walk, and removed a cig from his pocket, just a normal one, so the both of them could smoke while walking.

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Pulling up in her black hatchback, Amelia had more or less crawled out of bed after getting Galtem’s text about the dead body, the cops and the fact Melinda, her sister was in trouble. Sitting in her car a moment, she wanted to beat her head on the steering wheel, but instead, she knew that she would have to deal with this professionally. Already the forensics team from the local police force had arrived, and Nick Henesy the chief detective of that department, was already surveying the scene. Getting out of her car, she moved around the back, and opened her hatch back up, taking out her official vest, and sweeping her hair back into the two pony tails. Armed with her kit and camera, she slammed down the hatch, and walked to the taped off area, where she lifted it up and entered the crime scene. Nick turned and saw Amelia and smiled broadly, taking off his dark sunglasses. “You were fast.” he said, moving towards her to pat her shoulder. “Yeah, you can say that. Okay, what we got here.” Nick took out his notebook and started rattling off the case statistics, as Amelia snapped on a pair of gloves. “Male Caucasian, about 23 years old give or take, found lying in a pool of his own urine. Noted tongue hanging out of victims mouth. No obvious signs of blunt forced trauma.”

Amelia walked around the body and started to take pictures, her camera flashing, then she stopped and asked. “Any weapons found on the scene?” glancing up to Nick, who shook his head. “Negative, but we do have a witness. Odd ball, she was laughing when she came out of the club. Witnesses say she was with the deceased before entering the club.” Amelia only had to look over to her right, to see that Melinda had been arrested. She rolled her eyes. Typical. Never knew a time when Melinda wasn’t in trouble. “You will be taking her downtown for questioning?” Amelia asked, not wanting to give away the fact she was related. Nick nodded. “Going to read her rights, then book her.” Amelia crouched down beside the body and took a swab of his saliva from his tongue, sealing it in a small tube, then placing it carefully within her kit. She placed both hands upon the victims head, tilting it, then searching his neck for the obvious signs of puncture wounds. Amelia knew that vampires were bound to be lurking around this club, for obvious reasons. She couldn’t see anything to indicate he was bitten.

Placing his head down gently, she rose up and then said. “I will need to do a tox screen, and then the autopsy should reveal what was in his system, time of death. That will help us establish a time line.” Backing up, the team from the morgue had arrived to take the body back down town to forensics. Amelia stepped aside, taking off her gloves and putting the cap back on her camera.

Again, she shot a look at Melinda, but being on the clock, she didn’t want to go over and disrupt the police investigations. Galtem was nowhere to be seen, and she was not going to enter the club to find him either. That was up to the detectives.

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Roger arrived on the scene a bit later than the rest of the team. He was at his mother’s house making her dinner when he got the call. Ever since his father had fallen ill and was bedridden, his mother’s dementia seemed to have gotten worse. Of course, Roger never minded taking care of his parents in their older age since Helen was off in NYC pursuing her dream of being a dancer. Though he thought her aspirations were a bit wreckless, he would support his family no matter what. Stepping under the yellow tape, he walked over to see Nick and Amelia hard at work. With a soft sigh, he watched Amelia in action and noted how adorable she was in pig-tails. Tilting his head to the side, he stared at her arse as she was bent over taking pictures before one of his investigators cleared his throat. Shaking his head, he turned to look at him with a crooked grin “Don’t need another sexual harassment seminar, do I?” The investigator just rolled his eyes and walked towards the body. Frowning at himself for being caught, Roger walked up to Amelia and Nick with his hands in his pockets. He had heard Nick’s stats just fine and was caught up with what was going on. He did not, however, know where Galtem was or even that he owned the disco. Taking one of his hands out, he rubbed the back of his neck and looked at Amelia. She was watching Melinda and seemed a little…off. Did she know the suspect? Stepping closer to her, he smiled slightly and waved a hand in front of her face to get her attention “Hello Queen of the Night. Give me the name of the club owner and I’ll question him. Give me any details you have on him as well. I don’t want any surprises.” When he finished speaking, he heard the music coming from the club. Shaking his shoulders a little, he smiled widely “Hey, I love this song!” He looked at Amelia with his goofy grin, wondering if she enjoyed it as much as he did.
 

Melinda was chatting the the police officer, and answering him whatever he wanted her to. She always had some smile on her face, due already being drunk. She was drunk when she was at home, she come drunk to the disco, and drank a little more in there. With some lucky she was able to flirt with a few men, probably closer to their 30s, while she was tons of years more older than them, but growing old, and make up has that powerful effect on her.
Some of her sentences didn’t made much sense, and she was forced to answer them twice, which was clearly leaving her bored, and have nothing to do. Was she really going to get arrested? Or could she just go home, and later on, they could keep on with the questions? She knows she didn’t killed anybody, she is drunk, but not enough to forget what she does during this night. Maybe tomorrow, she will forget everything.
While she was being interrogated, she saw her younger sister, Amelia. Oh shit, no. She tried to cover her face, like nobody could see her, which didn’t worked, of course. Amelia was like that mother figure towards Melinda, always telling her to not do this or that, or else she will get in trouble. Melinda just does it anyway to show her that she can take care of herself, and most of times, she fails. She peeked from the space between her fingers, and saw Amelia with Roger besides her, the glare Amelia was giving her, sent a shiver through her spine. Now she just hoped, she wouldn’t get the same lecture.

“People skills?” Amelia thought as she came to a stop. “I don’t have people skills” She placed her kit in the boot of her car, and then sauntered back over, still wearing her police vest. She watched as Rodger dismissed one of the other officer’s and was starting his interrogation on Galtem. This was the last place she wanted to be right now.

Walking up beside Rodger, she overheard him asking Galtem what he was doing at the club, a basic run through of events. Was that going to include the bathroom dalliance with Jennifer? She could almost feel like bile was rising up in her throat. Oh this wasn’t good at all. Amelia offered Galtem a weak smile, then nervously rubbed the back of her neck. She knew that he probably had nothing to do with the discovery of the dead body in the car park, but the investigation would probably uncover a lot more than anyone really needed to know.

Seeing the pretty blonde that was now more or less attached to Galtem, she started to wonder just how many girls he was getting with that night. Even she had limits. Her eyes cast over at Jacqueline warily, then back at Galtem, waiting to see how big a hole he was going to dig when he answered Rodger’s questions.

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Galtem right now, wasn’t so sure if he even should go meet up with the cops, if Jacque that knew him for awhile, thought he could kill somebody, now imagine some stranger cops, that doesn’t know a thing about him, and the only thing they know is that he owns a disco, and for what it seems, he has a mob look. He heard Jacque’s comment about Galtem being the one running away from his problems and the “beautiful woman”. That wasn’t a lie, he basically spends his life running away from his problems, in hope they will solve by themselves, or will never show up in his life again. In hopes his memory will forget abuot everything, and he can start everything from the start, but no success.
Galtem stared around, and was waiting to see if Amelia would come to check her sister, Melinda. That woman could be very troublesome from what Galtem heard about Amelia, and sometimes it was hard to believe Melinda was the older sister, was already mother, and now grandmother, yet, she can be this troublesome. He felt his phone vibrating inside the pocket of his jeans, and he removed his phone to see what was it, it was Amelia’s replay to his text, good that she was coming over. Placing his phone back in his pocket, he turned around and faced Jacque.
“Definitely, and you’re going to get stuck with me.”
He told her with a smirk, while he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew if he had somebody else with him, he wouldn’t snap so early.

The cops finally decided to talk with Galtem, some cop named Roger. He forced a smile, while his lips departed.
“Yes, I do own this place. I’m Galtem Manzenli.”
Galtem answered the cop’s answer, and introduced himself. It was on that moment, Amelia showed up behind him, and for some odd reason, he had a bad feeling about this. First her smile made him feel better, but the warily look she sent to Jacque and back at him, sent a shiver through his spine. Did she really thought he was getting involved with Jacque? Sometimes he hates being known as a womanizer.
“Huh, sure. I arrived here with one of my family members, and with her.”
When he said ‘her’, he just pointed at Amelia.
“We went up to the VIP Lounge, and stayed there, chatting and drinking, till she got sick and went throw up. I stayed in the couch, and an ex-partner of mine in the law life, showed up as well, and I was with him till Amelia showed up again.”
He started to explain, and it was on this moment, he would have to talk about Jennifer, he didn’t had to use her as a witness, right? Amelia walked in, she could work as a witness, he didn’t wanted to bring Jennifer into this.
“Then some woman got in the the VIP Lounge and we started making out in the ladies restroom, till Amelia stepped in.”
There wasn’t really any other way he could say this.
“I went back to drinking, and Jacque was with me till now.”
Whenever he said Jacque, he pointed at the blondie besides him. 

If ever there was a time that Amelia wanted to hex someone, it was right there, right then. Galtem decided to explain the night’s events a little too detailed, and the fact he pointed at her to say that they were in the VIP lounge, made her a suspect, like everyone else. Not like she had not been home for hours, even in bed when she got the call to come down.“Great…oh just great.” Amelia wanted to bury her head, but standing beside the Lieutenant, she knew she was going to be next in the firing line.

This made her involvement in the case, null and void, even as a forensics specialist. A conflict of interest. Oh wait till they find out one of the other suspects is her own sister. She could feel Rodger looking at her. Grinding her right toe of her boot into the pavement, she shook her head, and then knew she had to say what she knew.

“He’s telling the truth. I was here, hours earlier. Yes, I hung out in the VIP lounge, and yes..” This was when she glared at him…all bets were off.“I saw him making out with some…girl in the bathroom. And before anyone gets ideas, no…I was just a friend, hanging out.” She wanted to make it clear, it was no date or anything romantic. “I felt sick and the D.A…Shane Williamson drove me home.” Least she knew that Shane would back her up on that count.

When she looked back at Galtem, you could see the disappointment behind her eyes. Amelia then asked Rodger. “Will I be suspended for this. I realize this is now a serious matter.” Amelia was going to be in deep shit over this.

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Jacque smiled sarcastically when Galtem told her she was stuck with him. Just perfect. Still, she knew even if she had a choice that she would stick around. She wasn’t one to just run from a sticky situation, even if she wanted to. For some reason, she felt this guy needed at least one loyal person in his life that wouldn’t run out on him when he was an idiot. Turning her head, she saw Roger and Amelia walk up to them and the man began to question Galtem. Jacque stood there silently and gave Amelia an awkward smile while the men talked. She really didn’t want to be lumped with Galtem as a ‘fling’, but she planned on keeping quiet until it was her turn to speak. However, she was shocked when her boss had the balls to involve Amelia into his story. He kept Jennifer out but not his supposed best friend? This time she did not contain herself as she rolled her eyes.

Roger caught this and smiled, observing Jacque. She was exceptionally beautiful, but he had no idea the majority of his attraction to her was because she was a mermaid. He shook his head to focus himself and it suddenly Galtem’s words dawned on him. Amelia was there with Galtem at the party. The party where a dead body was found…with the owner of the joint who was a known womanizer and now a suspect. Turning to look at Amelia, he frowned and asked “Is there a reason why you decided not to mention your involvement here at the party when I asked for details on Mr. Manzenli? Did it just escape your mind that you apparently spent a great deal of your night drinking with the suspect in our murder case?” Oh Roger was pissed. Very pissed, and extremely jealous. Crossing his arms, he jerked his head towards his car “Go wait for me in my car. Now. You will be taken in for questioning and I will decide what to do with your future with the police there. I don’t care what you do for my department.”. There was little doubt Amelia was in for a good reaming back at the department. He turned his back on her to face Jacque “Can you vouch for Mr. Manzenli’s alibi?”

When Jacque was addressed again, she nodded and began to talk “Yes, I can. I arrived to the disco around ten o’clock and he was in the VIP lounge when I got there. I can tell he had been drinking already and I saw him speaking to some blonde guy and that chick you just scolded.” Roger smiled slightly at her descriptions but nodded, allowing her to continue. “I went on stage almost immediately and sang most of the party. While I was singing, I saw some blonde girl talking to Galte- err…Mr. Manzenli, and they went into the bathroom. They were in there for a few minutes, not longer than twenty minutes, I think, and they came out separetely.”

Roger cut her off “Did they look distressed? Did you recognize the woman?”

The mermaid shrugged and frowned slightly “Uh…I guess she looked a little miffed. The boss just looked kinda frustrated with himself. And I may have seen the woman around town, but I’ve never spoken to her and I couldn’t tell you her name.”

The lieutenant nodded and asked “Then what happened?”

Jacque continued “Then I decided to take a break and see if my boss was ok. I’ve never seen him look that upset and he immediately took to drinking again. I figured I should at least see to it he made it home ok.”

Roger smiled at this and tilted his head “You care a lot about your boss, don’t you?”

That warranted a frown from Jacque “As his employee, yea I do. He loses his shit, I lose my job. Don’t give me that smile, we hardly ever spoken before.”

The lieutenant let her sass slide long enough to ask “So why did you feel it was necessary to speak to your boss tonight of all nights?”

The mermaid’s blue eyes glowed faintly as her temper flared. Tilting her head, she asked quietly “How will my answer to that question find a killer?”

Roger decided then and there that he liked this woman. She was going to be an asset if not to this case, then to something else worth while. Turning to Galtem, he smiled with a slight shrug “Sorry, bud, but I’m going to have to take you downtown for further questioning. Don’t worry, Dollface here gets to come to.” With that, he looked to a cop and told him “Make sure these kids get in a police car. We’re going back.” The cop nodded and placed each hand on Jacque and Galtem’s shoulders, urging them towards the nearest police car. Roger watched them walk away before turning back to his car. Walking towards it, he then frowned and slid into his seat. Slamming the door shut, he muttered “You’re in deep shit, Reed.” With that, he sped off towards the station.

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Amelia’s heart sank, the moment she heard Rodger turn his questions on her. She was in it, deep. How on earth she was going to even explain her way out of this mess, was truly beyond her. It was like everything she had ever worked towards was about to go up in smoke. Her livelihood, her apartment. Who would take care of her snake and kitty? All Amelia could do was try to stop herself from being emotional in front of Rodger and especially Galtem.

“Is there a reason why you decided not to mention your involvement here at the party when I asked for details on Mr. Manzenli?’

“No, Lieutenant, I…”

“Did it just escape your mind that you apparently spent a great deal of your night drinking with the suspect in our murder case?”

“Well, to be honest I have been in bed for hours…and..”

“Go wait for me in my car. Now. You will be taken in for questioning and I will decide what to do with your future with the police there. I don’t care what you do for my department.”

Amelia didn’t say another word. She didn’t have too. The look on her face said everything.

“Yes sir.” Amelia said simply, but not before giving Galtem a look that he would never have seen before. She didn’t look at Jacque, who seemed to be spilling her guts for the Lieutenant and he was lapping it up. Amelia walked back to Rodger’s car, and got in the passenger seat, and waited for Rodger. It wasn’t long before he joined her, and of course he slammed the door and said;

“You’re in deep shit, Reed.”

Amelia bit her tongue, rather than respond. She knew her rights, and until she was charged officially, she wasn’t saying another word.

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Galtem noticed how he basically ruined Amelia’s day, his intentions wasn’t totally burnt her and drag her along with his problems, he was simple explaining the cop what he done today, of course he could keep Amelia out of this, but if he done that, he had nobody who could witness him being with Jennifer, and he didn’t wanted to bring Jennifer into this matter, its already enough have Jacque thinking he was capable to kill somebody, even tho that was true.
Galtem watched the cop scold Amelia, and he just rolled his eyes when Amelia said it wasn’t a date or something romantic, he would never have any kind of intercourse with Amelia, they know each other for too long, and act like siblings, it will be just disgusting have to touch themselves in that way.
Folding his arms in front of his chest, he just waited for the cop finish with Amelia, so then he could finish with them too, and they all could go home. But when the cop faced them, he just began to talk to Jacque, and their conversation seemed to last, Galtem was holding himself to not facepalm himself, when Jacque began to talk about Jennifer, thankful this mermaid didn’t knew enough about Jennifer. Then the cop just began to ask Jacque if she cared about her boss, and Galtem was holding back a chuckle, this conversation was getting extremely awkward and hilarious. But he tried to remain “strong”, so the cop wouldn’t ask him his opinion about Jacque.
The fun wouldn’t last for long, the cop was already telling them, to go get in the car, and the questions would continue in the police station. Seriously? They wasn’t free to go? Ugh, well, Caleb would have to take care of himself.
Galtem forced another smile, and just done what they told him too, even tho, deep inside, he wanted to snap, and make this people walk away from them, he had a bad night because of Jennifer, now this all issue about the dead body, its only leaving him more angry.

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