Abram Tala

abram tala; 31/315 werewolf “A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf.”

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What If || Charlotte & Abram

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Charlotte swallowed hard at a non-existent lump in her throat. She hadn’t known that her heart could ache more than it had the day her life fell apart; but it ached right now in a way she didn’t know if she could stand. She raised a hand and combed her hair back behind her ear, a mere distraction as she tried to figure out what they were supposed to say here. There was no etiquette for meeting someone again. And that was exactly what this was. While they may have been closer than any two people could be all those years ago, those people were long gone. Sure, they might be the same in the base sense of their souls, but so many years had passed.

They were strangers.

“How…” she started, but didn’t know which question to phrase. Was she supposed to ask how he’d been? Was she allowed to ask how he was still alive? She could smell that he was still a wolf; but how - if he weren’t a vampire - was he still alive and as young as the day he’d left her? She didn’t know.

“You look well,” she finally said, her voice soft as a small smile pulled on the corners of her lips. Charlotte may not have known the proper way to handle this situation, but she could always handle it the way she knew how - with kindness. He might think she was a monster, but that didn’t mean she was. Somehow or other - with relatively no guidance - she’d ended up a nearly saintly vampire. Never once had she taken blood from an unwilling victim. Sure, there had been times that she’d nearly starved to death, but sooner or later she’d find blood. Willing blood. It had come to surprise her how vast the underground knowledge of her kind was.

“So strange to feel I have to keep distance with you,” she said, a bit of laughter in her words as her brown eyes gazed up at him. “I still remember so clearly how I would run to you through the woods and leap upon your back, or… hug you so tightly.” The pain that these memories brought caused her to drop her gaze to the ground. Most people (read: vampires) in her position would be angry at the person who’d left them all alone in the world. Charlotte, however, simply missed him. While he’d hurt her, she held him no ill will. “I miss those days,” she said finally, her gaze still to the ground, unwilling to meet his eyes for fear he’d wear the look of disgust she remembered so well.

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Every muscle in his body was screaming at him to turn the other direction, to get as far away from the vampire before him as fast as he could. But just as his body was telling him to to leave, his heart was pulling him towards Charlotte. She had been his dearest friend all those years ago, and he had turned his back on her. He owed her this at least. 

Taking another step or two towards her so that they weren’t standing quite so far apart, even though he knew she would have been able to hear him if they were a football field away from each other, Abram let his eyes scan over her. She was absolutely unchanged, and yet he couldn’t quite reconcile that the person standing before him was the same girl he had stumbled upon in the woods all those years ago. She still looked like the young, innocent, Charlotte he had known back then, but her chocolate colored eyes seemed to have seen more of the world and he could tell by just looking at them. 

“So much of this feels strange.” he breathed, as he looked down on her. Nostalgia made him wish for the days where she could leap into his arms and hug him the way she used to. Hatred for the monster who had made her what she was made him want to do something else entirely. “But I miss those days too, Charlotte.” he admitted, his eyes finding hers in the night and immediately saddening because he would never see them lit by the sun again. 

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Under Control | Abram & Jamie

Jamie had spent the past two hours working on her shooting. Despite the fact that she had told Joss she’d taken an extra shift at the cafe, the archer chose to pay a visit to her self made training site. It wasn’t anything fancy, in fact it was far from it - a little over five years ago Jamie and her father had discovered a secluded area in the forrest near the outskirts of town. Most people would’ve thought it was the perfect campsite and for a while it had been just that for the Bennet family - but for the past year Jamie had used it as her archery range.

The archer smiled as she hit her mark once again. Yes, practice was important but at this point Jamie continued archery as way to take out her frustration…especially on the supernatural. She knew she still had a long way to go before she was able to really call herself a hunter, but with the help of the right people Jamie would be there before she knew it. She definitely had the passion for it which wasn’t going away anytime soon, if ever.

She made her way over towards the tree and began removing the arrows from the mark when she felt something - or someone - quickly brush past her. Jamie whirled around instantly only to find that she was still alone. “Hello?” she called after a moment, her hazel eyes scanning the small training area. Keeping her eyes up, she picked up her bow and grabbed the nearest arrow and readied her weapon, holding it close to her side. “Seriously, not a smart idea trying to sneak up on the person with a weapon,” she spoke again, her eyes lighting up when she heard the crackle of leaves beneath someones feet. Keeping her bow at her side, Jamie cautiously marched forward careful not to wander too far from her site. She caught sight of a figure - no doubt a man - standing about 20 feet away from her. “What the hell,” she muttered to herself, eyes not leaving the silhouette of the man ahead. “I know you’re there, why don’t you jus-” she was cut off mid-sentence when something brushed her shoulder rather roughly, causing Jamie to trip over a couple of rocks and sent her flying a good three feet forward.

So much for having the grace of a hunter.

The unexpected sharp pain in her side caused her to yell - though it was cut short when forced herself to shut her mouth. Jamie rolled onto her back, momentarily lying still. Glancing down to her side, she realized that the not so graceful landing caused her to land on her bow, accidentally allowing the head of the arrow to enter her side - and god that did not feel great. She bit her tongue to keep herself from making any noise as she turned her head and realized the man was still there - he hadn’t been responsible for her fall, there was someone else here.

Panic was quickly setting in which forced Jamie to act. Without hesitating she reached down and yanked the arrow from her side, sending another intense wave of pain throughout her entire left side. It was the sound of sudden footsteps approaching that managed to bring her back once again. Jamie glanced around for her bow and in record time forced herself into a seating position, scooting back until her back hit a tree. With shake arms she still managed to load her bow, holding her weapon at the ready and just waited. This was definitely not how she had pictured her grand exit.

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Abram and Seraphina had come to Abram specifically with the purpose of tracking her. They’d heard whispers among the supernatural world that she had been heading towards Chicago by way of Naperville and the duo had decided to stop in Naperville, figuring it was close enough to the city to let them investigate, but far enough not to raise too much suspicion from their quarry. 

Unfortunately, they very quickly lost track of the age old vampire in the huge city and soon enough gave up looking. They’d set up temporary residence in Naperville, and until they got another lead, they didn’t plan on leaving. What they hadn’t expected was to pick up her trail in Naperville. 

Abram, despite his nomadic lifestyle, was a creature of habit. He liked establishing routines, when he could, and managed to do so whenever he and Sera settled down in one place for a while. It was a method of keeping him sane, really. And just like all the other places they’d stopped, Abram’d come up with a routine even in Naperville. Which included frequenting a specific coffee shop where a certain brunette worked. 

The fact that he frequented the shop only during her shifts was purely coincidental. 

He’d been surprised by Jamie Bennet. She’d ignored his rough exterior and gruffness, and knocked down his barriers until there was nothing left but the softer, kinder Abram Tala. They’d had plenty of interesting conversations, and soon enough, a friendship was born between the unlikely pair. 

The problem was, once Abram started spending more time around the younger Bennet sister, the more he realized something wasn’t right. Another supernatural seemed to be spending just as much time around Jamie and Abram wasn’t sure the other being had quite the same motives as he did. He began watching Jamie more closely. Even when he wasn’t technically with her, he was around, keeping an eye out for her. Which was exactly what he was doing today. 

He’d followed her out to the woods, deciding to keep his distance as usual, unless something happened. With growing respect, he watched as she shot arrow after arrow into an offending tree and time and time again, made her mark. He’d just determined that nothing would happen, and that she could most certainly take care of herself, when he caught a scent that immediately sent his blood crawling. 

Rising to his feet from his crouched position, Abram’s eyes flashed over the clearing in search of the monster who the smell belonged to. Every muscle tensed as a twig broke under her foot, and his gaze tore away to the source, leaving Jamie only for a second. But it was long enough for the vampire to make her move. He whipped around when he heard Jamie yell, suddenly torn with the insane desire to purse his quarry who had, by now, left, and a strange need to make sure the small brunette was alright. 

In the end, somehow, Jamie’s wellbeing managed to override Abram’s need for vengeance and he quickly ran into the clearing. He heard, even before he saw, the panic that had set in on the young woman’s heart. Slowly, and with his hands raised to show her he meant no harm, Abram crossed the clearing towards where she sat, her arrow still pointed at his chest. “It’s alright, Jamie.” he said quietly as he continued to make his way towards her. “She’s gone.” 

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What If || Charlotte & Abram

Charlotte had only been in Naperville about a week now. She was enjoying the feel of the town, and spent most of her evenings walking about town. And tonight was no different. It was a warm summer night, and Charlotte was enjoying the cool breeze that drifted through the town. The wind brushed her chocolate hair around her shoulders and her back, reminding her of the casually elegant maxi dress she’d picked for the evening. Being a dress without a back, she could feel ever strand of her own hair as it brushed her back. She had only vague ideas of what had brought her here. She knew her two blood siblings were here. Maybe it was her wanting a sense of family again. The woman who’d turned her had also been part of a coven of vampires that had murdered her whole home town. While learning that fact hadn’t been the shining moment in her life, she’d also gotten two blood brothers out of the deal, even if it had been almost two centuries later.

As great as that had bee, it hadn’t made up for all that she’d lost. She’d lost her town, her family… And sure, while those had hurt, nothing had hurt like it had to lose her Indian. She could still remember the stone cold look of revulsion that he had gazed at her with. She doubted she would ever forget that.

And as if she’d called him by name, suddenly he was standing in front of her. Tall and strong, looking just as he always had… But perhaps with a little more clothing. Her brown eyes widened as she gazed up at him and with an inhale of breath she said, “Asku?” She’d never been able to pronounce his whole name correctly, and so she’d settled for just the first part of it. That had been a long time ago.

So long ago… she couldn’t grasp how he was just the same as he’d been all those years ago. How was he alive? How could he…

Suddenly all the crushing loneliness and rejection and hurt she’d been feeling since the day he’d left her standing in the woods crying blood… it pressed down on her again. The weight of all of that pain left her unable to say anything more, and she knew how stupid she must have looked standing there staring at him. All she wanted was to wrap herself up in his arms and remember what it was like when they used to press their palms together and gaze into each other’s eyes. Back then, no one existed but the two of them. Now? Now all she could remember was that he’d left her when she’d needed him most.

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When Abram and Sera had caught the trail of their quarry and followed it to Naperville, Abram hadn’t really understood the allure of the town for a centuries-old vampire. Sure, it was close to Chicago, but that was about the only thing he could imagine would draw her to the town. After spending just a few weeks in the town, Abram could see how wrong he his initial judgement had been. 

The town was crawling with supernaturals. Everywhere he looked, he’d see another vampire or werewolf or even a few shape-shifters living their lives among all these humans who didn’t have a clue what they were living amongst. By now, he’d learned not to be surprised when he ran into familiar, supernatural, faces. 

But nothing could prepare him for this. 

He’d left the apartment he and Sera shared, preparing for a short walk to a nearby pond to calm his nerves. It wasn’t that he was nervous, by any means. It was just that when they started to make progress like this, the old werewolf got caught up in the emotions and adrenaline of the hunt. But after getting scolded by Sera for making her antsy, he’d realized he needed to calm down. The walk was doing a fairly good job of that when he suddenly stumbled upon her. 

Abram fell back a few steps when he heard her call his name. Apparently, the walk had been doing such a good job that he hadn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. Sure, he’d known she was a vampire and therefore would live a long life. But when he had left Charlotte Tucker after discovering what she had become, in Abram’s head, she had died. Of course, Abram had thought of her since then and the memories they’d had. But that was it. They could only be memories and nothing else. He’d never expected to run into her again. 

In a moment of pure agony, suddenly Abram was reminded of the last time he had seen the petite brunette. She must have just been turned because Abram had still been able to smell faint traces of the old Charlotte, the human Charlotte, as she stood in the clearing begging him to come back to her. At the time, she must have been so frightened, so lonely and so hurt. But Abram hadn’t been able to see that. He’d been blinded by the reeking vampire before him to see that she was still Charlotte, by the hatred he felt towards her new species and what they had done to him. 

Now, 300 years later and after having been shown that not all vampires were completely bad by a pretty persuasive Needie Ford, Abram realized how cruel he had been to walk away from her. “Charlotte.” he breathed, in an agonized sigh. How did he do this? How did he get back the friendship he had so treasured all those years ago while trying to bite back revulsion and rage by the sight of her. 

With an extremely large amount of effort, Abram took a step or two towards her, instead of away like his body was screaming at him to do. He didn’t know what to say, and if he did, he was pretty sure he wasn’t physically capable of speaking right now. He simply stared right back at her, trying to accept that the vampire before him was still his Charlotte.

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Abram Tala

Given the name Askuwheteau (meaning “he keeps watch”) Tala (”stalking wolf”)

Born to the fiercest of Comanche warlords, Askuwheteau was destined to follow in his father’s footsteps as the tribe’s next great leader 

Throughout its history, rumors spread about Askuwheteau’s tribe, rumors that its warriors weren’t really men, but wolves in men’s bodies, who let out their true selves during battle

These rumors were more or less true, as the majority of the Comanche tribe were, in fact, werewolves. Askuwheteau’s father was not only chief of the tribe, but pack master of the Comanche pack. 

Askuwheteau did very well in all of his ‘training’ and very quickly it became apparent that he would become a great leader and uphold his father’s reputation. When he was 18 years old, his father introduced him to the tribe’s medicine woman. Askuwheteau learned that the woman and her followers were actually a coven of witches who had long ago pledged to protect the werewolves and vice versa. The two supernatural groups had lived in harmony for as long as anyone could remember.

When his father died during a raid on a neighboring tribe, when Askuwheteau was 21 years old, Askuwheteau easily took his place 

The tribe prospered under Askuwheteau’s leadership and for 10 years, they went completely undefeated in battle 

But all of that ended one night when a stranger entered the camp. The strange woman with fangs was joined by others like her and wiped out nearly the entire tribe. By the end of the night, Askuwheteau and one of the witches were the only members of the Comanche tribe left alive. 

Torn apart with grief and rage the witch managed to conjure up a spell that would keep them both alive and perpetually looking the age they were at that time so that they could hunt down the vampires who killed their family, no matter how long it took. Neither one wanted eternal life, but they vowed that they wouldn’t rest until they avenged their family. 

The pair have travelled the world since in search of the vampires. They have come close a few times, but never close enough. 

Askuwheteau has modernized his name over the centuries, to his latest ‘Abram’ but has never changed his last name because of the significance his family and their history hold in his life. 

Abram and his companion settled in Naperville a year ago and haven’t left yet as they currently don’t have any leads on the vampires who killed their family

The pair have mostly stuck to themselves. Complicated and mysterious, Abram doesn’t make new friends easily. In fact, he tries not to make friends so that his entire focus can be on the revenge he will get some day. 

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