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❝ If you’re throwing me to the lions,

you should know I’m not scared of dying ❞

Is that MELISSA BARRERA? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually AMELIA LEON-ALVAREZ { cis female, she/her }. She is a 28 year old HUNTER. She is a MECHANIC/BARTENDER and can easily be found at THE UNDERGROUND MARKET or TSAVOS. She is known for being RESENTFUL, STUBBORN, and DAUNTLESS but also WITTY, OUTGOING, and GENEROUS. You could probably bribe them with A SHOT OF PATRON TEQUILA or piss them off by THREATENING THE PEOPLE SHE CARES ABOUT. { marie, 27, est, she/her }

triggers: immigration, murder

#santos.intro #intro

leavetheminshreds:

Douglas starred at the woman, eyebrows raised when she reacted the way she did, hesitating at first as she took him off guard. At first she thought she was angry with him when she grabbed him and hugged him, shoulders tensing reflexively before he relaxed at the soft smell of her perfume, feeling it in his bones now how much he had needed it. It ended too quickly though as she pulled away, immediately examining him up and down for injuries that were already healed or just hidden under his clothes. “I’m here, aren’t i? I’m okay,” Douglas said, feeling a little instinctively defensive, as he set the book back on the spinning book wrack. “I ran into an old target, a hellhound, that had escaped Charles the first time we wanted him. Instinct kicked in and I wanted to finish what we started,” Douglas said, by which he really meant that he wanted to rip the abomination’s throat out and sever his head from his body by the root of his spine. His head dropped, frustrated with himself as he thought about the ending again, annoyed endlessly with his failure. “I lost. I had him by the throat, ready for it when…” He paused, a breath inhaling through his nostrils, “I hesitated. I forgot that Charles is dead. I kept expecting him to call out, but he wasn’t there. Lucas got the upper hand then.”

His voice was quiet, and he cleared his throat, looking away and blinking a few times to hold back emotions before he shook it off to bring his attention back to Amelia. “I’m sorry - if I upset you. It just dragged up a lot of things that I wasn’t prepared for. If I had gotten so hurt that I needed help I would have called you, but I was okay. Just a lot of bites and scratches. But I’m pretty positive I added to the scars on his ugly hide, too.”

🏹 -- 🏹

“None of that,” Amelia barked at the immediately defensiveness, narrowing her eyes at the young werewolf. “You and I have hunted together, your also my friend, I get to worry about and check you for injuries when you suddenly disappear for days. No snippy attitude.” As the story of what happened came around, Amelia frowned. Already she was itching to find this hellhound, disgrace to any living thing there, and put it out of it’s misery for even daring to land a claw on Douglas. Despite being difficult to kill, it would not be the first nor the last one she’d kill.

Once the werewolf stopped talked, Mel sighed and closed the distance between them, moving her hand to cup his cheek softly. “You did goo, Doug.” She assured him with a smile. "The ending wasn’t what we wanted but you went after an old hunt, you fought bravely and you were ready to listen to your command. You did a really good job - especially considering Charles’ death is so recent.” She assured the other with a soft smile, stroking his cheek. “I think you did really well and you did everything you were supposed to. I am so so proud of your and I’m even more proud that despite the hesitation, you still managed to escape. It wasn’t enough for the hellhound to win. That’s how good you are.”

Sighing, she dropped her hand but still smiled at Doug, “now, tell me who this hellhound is because you and I are going to hunt him down again and this time, he won’t get away. We will finish this old job if it’s the last thing we do.”

#leavetheminshreds #thread: douglas #c #queued

vindlcated:

of all the times sabine’s crappy car had to die, it really had to be now. it was nighttime, in a city full of the supernatural, and while she was one of them, she was most likely the least dangerous of the bunch and very capable of dying. talk about her paranoia. though, she had her phone… until she didn’t. of course the battery was dead. sabine’s never actually been in a situation like this, with a dead car and dead phone battery. she was nervous, thinking of what to do, but she looked out the window and sighed with relief. a car shop! she wasn’t parked directly in front of it, just a bit off to the side, so she got out and hurried inside. sabine could hear the music blasting and followed, just in time for someone to come out. “hi, oh you are?” she sighed heavily. “i’m so sorry, car dead, battery dead. luckily i’m here though—kind of. can i use your phone or something to at least call a towing… company?” is that what usually took care of dead cars? for a moment, she looked up pensively before nodding slowly. “yeah. a towing company… and… do you… happen to have any specific recommendations for a good towing company? or do you not work with them?” the poor girl was clueless about the world of cars. she knew how to drive one… and that’s about as far as her knowledge went.

🏹 -- 🏹

Out of all the people that could have wound up in her shop at this hour, Amelia supposed she was the better option. At least, she wasn’t giving Amelia a headache already so there was that. And it wasn’t like she could really leave the girl stranded - that wasn’t like Mel. “Nah, we don’t work with anyone but we have our own truck. I can follow you over.” She held up a finger to signal for the other to give her a second as she jogged in the direction of the office. Once spotting the keys to the tow truck, Amelia grabbed them and anything else she figured she’d need before coming back to where the other was. Holding out her hand in greeting, she finally gave her a warm-ish smile. “I’m Amelia, by the way, but you can call me Mel.” Toying with the keys of the truck, she began to walk out of the shop and glanced around. Spotting a vechile a little ways away from the shop, she pointed to it. “Is that one yours? We probably could just push it in but the truck might be easier.” Partially because she didn’t feel like pushing a car by herself into the garage.

#vindlcated #thread: sabine #c #queued

glowins:

“ Not the hair, you know that’s my money maker. ” It was nice to feign normalcy when he felt as if he was getting swept up in the supernatural tide of things. The recent disappearances had him questioning his decision to even bring Leo & himself here. Their choices for supernatural safe-ish cities though were slim, to exactly one.

He weaves his way through the shop, careful not to touch anything & follows behind the other with an easy grin settled on his features. “ Duh, I wasn’t going to convince you to stop working with just anything. ” Niko drops the bag full of goodies on the nearest flat surface, opening it. “ Plus eating all this food alone would’ve just been sad, Leo’s taking care of himself tonight. More like, eating together would be entirely unappetizing, if not a little traumatizing. That wasn’t something he’d confess openly to Amelia though, he truly believed she was simply one of his normal, human friends.

🏹 – 🏹

“Then you need to find something to make you more money - your hair is not cutting it.” Amelia teased him, as they settled in the rec area and she immediately began to dig into the bags and fished out the food. It was nice, for a moment, to pretend she was just a regular human where Chinese food after a long day at work was all she cared about. There was no supernatural, no missing citizens, no ulterior motives.

But that was a fictitious world. Still, it didn’t stop her from handing Niko a pair of chopsticks before grabbing a container of noodles and beginning to dig in. “So,” She starts around a mouthful of food. “What was your day like?”

#glowins #thread: niko #c #queued

moonglut:

The name calling didn’t intimidate him. The Cromwells in general didn’t have such thin skin that a few words would do more than sting. It was the anger in her eyes that made him want to cower and slink right back out the door to never been seen around her place of work again. It was too late for that though. He couldn’t run now. She descended on him with a grease stained rag, swatting him with it as he raised his hand in an attempt to protect his face from the stinging edge of the rag. “Hey! Stop it!” He tried to grab for it, pulling back at the last minute with his hands up. “I admit I could have handled that way bette than I did and I’m sorry! Okay?! It just-“ he laughed helplessly, his back thinking against the wall. “Look, it isn’t what you think it was. Okay? You definitely wouldn’t have been happy if I had stuck around for coffee the next morning!”

🏹 -- 🏹

It was almost comical to watch this grown man cower away from her but it gave her more satisfaction than anything. She had half a mind to want to get her crossbow and shot him in the ass for the shit he pulled. “You think?!” Mel exclaimed at him, balling up the rag and throwing it at his face. His next sentence caused Amelia to pause in her attacks against him. “And why the fuck is that?” She asked, raising an eyebrow at him because she was waiting for the world’s best excuse right now and it seemed highly unlikely that he could produce something worthy enough to wither down her annoyance. “Well? Go on, then!”

#moonglut #thread: todd #queued #c

rioxramirez:

The smile that appeared only made Rio smirk more. “Didn’t think so.” He didn’t move from his spot, instead watching Mel approach him. Usually the vampire preferred that distance, but with the girl he assumed was simply human, distance wasn’t even a concept. Inwardly, he did appreciate that she wiped her hands off before putting her arms up around his neck, but at the same time, he wasn’t all that sure he would have minded getting greasy because of her. Hands wasted no time in slipping down to rest at the sides of her waist as he kept eye contact with her. “The luckiest I know,” he responded with a wink, fingertips idly playing at where they rested on her, trailing around until his hands were at the small of her back. “Maybe.” He shrugged, not at all shy in pulling her in closer.

Damn it he wanted so badly to let his fangs out. He just wanted to feel them run along her skin, to tease her and maybe even hear her beg him in the heat of the moment to give into temptation of biting her. And that song playing only added to the urge… Just the thought nearly had his fangs flicking out but he maintains control. It wasn’t a secret he was willing to give up just yet. So he just lightly cleared his throat, letting his eyes scan her face in their proximity. “Even if it turned out to be a busy night, I would still be here. The mental image…” He leaned his face in, letting the bridge of his nose run along her jawline, his voice dropping low. “…of you wrapped up in my bed sheets… all sweaty, breathing heavily, and exhausted… It’s all I can think about…” As he all but whispered those last words, he pressed a kiss just at the spot where her jawline met the side of her neck. “Difficult to focus on work with that on my mind,” he spoke a bit huskily against skin.

🏹 – 🏹

Amelia relished in the feeling of his hands on her body and couldn’t retain the small, content hum that slipped past her when Rio pulled her in. If she was honest it had been far too long since she let anyone get this close to her. She wasn’t a stranger to one-night stands, having had a handful through the years but never had she let someone get under her skin enough for twice or, let alone, enough for her to start caring. Rio had done, what Mel thought, was impossible. He had gotten her to start caring and wanting him around. The notion might have sent her packing if it hadn’t been obvious that Rio was in the same boat, considering he had come seeking her tonight.

Amelia’s breath trembled in her throat as she exhaled, eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his nose traveling along her jaw and his breath fanning her skin. The image his words painted in her mind had Mel tightening her hold on Rio, fingers finding his hair and curling in the strands. “I see what you mean,” Mel chuckled breathily, knowing that she would not be getting back to work now. The car would have to wait till tomorrow. Using the grip she had on his hair, she gently tugged him back until she could lean in and press a feverish kiss to his lips. “Well, damn, I guess you owe me dinner and then one hell night, don’t you?” Amelia teased once she pulled away, letting her hand cup his cheek. Amelia had no idea where this was going between them, but she wanted to find out.

#thread: rio #rioxramirez #c #queued

moonglut:

Todd didn’t exactly know what had possessed him to step inside the business but he had. He was met with the loud sound of Selena and it made him grin. Music always made him feel something, even if it isn’t as a language he didn’t understand what was being said. He bummed to the tune, dancing slightly as he looked around the auto shop. It wasn’t anything special. To him it looked like every other mechanic shop he’d ever been in before. No one seemed to be there that he could tell which he thought was weird… until a grimy looking woman jumped out from under a car and started yelling at him. He flinched and then froze, cold horror creeping over him when he realized he knew this woman and that she was the last one he really wanted to see. “Fuck me….” He said in horror. Mel?”

Mel wasn’t one to sleep around - there was no point but every once in a while, the tequila got to her head and the itch needed to be scratched. That’s what Todd had been but despite it being a one-night stand, however long ago, Mel had expected some common decency in dealing with it. At the very least, she expected him to wait for her to wake up before scurrying away like a thief in the night and ghosting her entirely. It wasn’t like she was expecting a relationship or even a friendship but shit, even she didn’t treat her one-night stands like that. “Oh, I did.” Mel shot back at the horrified words that slipped from his mouth. “I did fuck you and then you ran and ghosted like a little bitch.” The hunter’s words were icy, slicing through the tension as she grabbed her dirty rag right at Todd in the face. “Yeah, it’s me! You remember my name - look at you. Someone should give you a ribbon!”

#moonglut #thread: todd #c #queued

faetells

“ oh it’s horrible , @ameliaxalvarez . ” letha scrunches her nose as she lowers the glass , placing it back in front of the other . she’s got particular tastes , always has , and the other’s drink suggestion is far from what she enjoys . any other situation , she’d be likely to toss it on them . but she’s playing nice - acting the friend until the grande finale . “ i don’t know how you drink it , honestly . it’s like drinking nail polish remover . ”

ameliaxalvarez

🏹 -- 🏹

Amelia sighs dramatically in dismay at Letha’s immediate dismissal of the drink presented to her and sips at her own languidly. “It’s tequila, Letha, honestly. It’s like one of the most favored types of alcohol around.” She motioned for the bartender to come over so the other could order something she’d actually drink. “Your taste buds need some serious inspections if you are going to go around here declining any drink with tequila in it.” She scoffed, leaning back in her seat. “Alright - you pick the next round, then, princess.”

#faetells #thread: letha #c

glowins:

He’d figured Amelia would still be working but Niko prided himself on being a good friend — only occasionally using it as an excuse to drag himself out of the house. He used to be such a homebody, preferring to sit with his notes & work on genetic sequencing up until a year ago. Now he sat on a secret that could help or hinder his research entirely & most of all would put Leo at risk. It was easier to pretend nothing had happened, Niko simply kept up with work even as it rotted him on the inside like many of his decisions these past few months.

Hearing the other’s voice, a soft grin drags across his features. “I come in peace,” balancing various takeout boxes in one arm, Niko raises his other hand whilst moving into view. “Think you can take a break for dinner? I promise it’s Los Santos’ finest.”

🏹 -- 🏹 The hunter’s demeanor softened slightly when a familiar voice answered her back and she flashed Niko a grin. Throwing the dirty rag over her shoulder after wiping her hands, Mel gave a soft laugh. “You’re lucky it’s you or otherwise, I would have kicked you out and dragged you by the hair.” She teased, even if it was a half-truth but Niko didn’t need to know that.

Just like he didn’t need to know that this friendship had only started because she wanted to get close to Leo Rivas - the other’s vampiric brother. She didn’t understand why no hunter had ever gone after him given the story of his turning so she, was, of course, going to rectify that wrong. But, she needed to get close enough to do it. Plus, Niko wasn’t exactly bad company and she liked him. “If you think bribing me with food is going to work,” She started, wagging her finger at him, “then you are absolutely right.” She laughed, motioning for him to follow her to the back area where they could sit down and eat. “Did you get Chinese, please tell me you got Chinese!”

#glowins #thread: niko #c

rioxramirez:

With his own place of business being fairly slowly, Rio decided to appoint one of the managers with the task of cleaning up and locking up at closing time so he could leave early. And he knew just where he was going. Before too long he found himself opening the auto shop’s door, the ringing bell paired with her voice making him smirk to himself. Of course it wasn’t going to discourage him from continuing his way in. It’d been a while since the last time he saw her… since the last time they slept together, and he felt they were long due for each other’s company - no matter what they did. “I heard you”, he responded casually, locking eyes with her as she came up from under the car. “I just didn’t think it applied to me…” He eyed her, gradually stepping up closer and shrugged a shoulder. “Besides, I’m not a customer. I came here to see you.”

🏹 -- 🏹

The deep tenor of his voice brought a chill down Amelia’s spine - it wasn’t like the one she got when faced with supernatural ones. No, this was different. It was warm and exciting and equally as dangerous because it meant that Amelia was starting to like this man more than she should. And that made him more dangerous than any monster she ever hunted down in her life. So much so, it had already started to blind her. Normally, upon meeting someone, let alone sleeping with them, Mel would make them go through various hidden tests before allowing that. Each one eliminates the possibility of a supernatural but she didn’t do that with Rio - a part of her not wanting to know. There was always that slight possibility in Los Santos that people weren’t who they said they were. She supposed, there was a first time for everything. Their eyes locked and Mel’s breath picked up slightly, unable to help the slow smile on her lips. “It doesn’t apply to you,” She confirmed, swinging her rag on her shoulder once she had wiped her hands clean on it. The hunter closed the distance between them and on instinct, she let her hands trail up Rio’s chest until she crossed her arms around his neck. “Well, then aren’t the luckiest mechanic in the world?” She chuckled with a smirk, eyes still trained on Rio’s but subtly drifting down to his lips for a split second. “What brings you by? Slow night at the club?”

#not. ready. for .this #thread: rio #rioxramirez #c

daggersandsparkles

WHO: @ameliaxalvarez WHERE: a bookstore in greenhaven WHEN: 4:12pm

What was he even doing anymore?

The bites and claw marks had started to heal, but they still burned and his muscle still ached from the fight with the hellhound. He was so confident that he would win; he was smaller, but faster than most full-sized werewolves and that gave some advantage against the freakish doberman that looked like it’d crawled out of a meat grinder. Even if the abomination was fast, he was skilled at maneuvering around creatures that were stronger and faster than him, going for weak spots where he found an opening. It felt good to fight again after having gone months without it, not having anyone to direct him to a target to focus his aggression and excessive energy on. Coming across one of the very few targets that had narrowly escaped him and Charles felt like a blessing, a reprieve from his reality, as he easily slipped back into his tunnel vision, wanting to finish what had been started, and give himself a victory, a tribute to make Charles proud even in the afterlife. He was starved of praise, itching for any kind of mental satisfaction of a job well done, but his eagerness also made him desperate, and one little slip up caused him to lose the fight for the dumbest reason. His fangs in the hellhound’s neck, his paw and claws pinning him to the ground - he waited instinctively to hear the deep voice of Charles over his shoulder to deliver the command to finish him.

When that didn’t come, the tide shifted. Lucas found his opportunity as the young werewolf felt the sting of loneliness make him falter.

He was lucky that they were both wounded, running off after the counter to escape to find a safe place to lick their wounds. Douglas retreated to his empty home, and found himself reminded even more that Charles was gone as there was no one rushing to tend to his wounds. He ignored the handful of texts from Amelia and Kalani at first. Ashamed to lose the fight to Amelia, not wanting Kalani to see the bite marks and wounds he’d taken. After a day, he sent them a simple ‘I’m busy, won’t be around for a few days,’ text and then set his phone on silent.

After most of his wounds had healed except for a few of the deepest bites on his upper shoulders, and ribcage, he still didn’t reach out, wanting time alone to process - even if there wasn’t much to process. Failing to finish off the hellhound, failing to keep Charles alive - the responsibilities that had been set on his shoulders buried him, and all he could do was hide it behind a thin-lipped smile and say ‘I’m fine’.

After a week of ignoring his phone like it didn’t even exist, Douglas finally left the house, tired of eating the prepped meals that were delivered there like clockwork, like the moment Charles had died, someone had gotten the memo to keep his prized pup’s bowl full. But he ventured out, grabbing a bite to eat at a Mediterranean place in sycamore hills before stopping outside of a bookstore on his way back to browse a bookstand set outside of the shop. He’d become aware that there was a lot of books and subjects that he’d never had access to, always having books curated and handed to him growing up.

He was a few pages deep into a book when he noticed someone walking up at the corner of his eye. The hair on the back of his neck bristling at their pace when he turned his head, settling down when he recognized the Amelia walking up to him. HIs lips tightened, jaw clenching a little bit. “Hey-” he said simply, casually and a little quietly, not wanting to bring up the fact that he hadn’t messaged her since his last text days ago but he knew that would be the topic of immediate interested. “Sorry I was MIA - I got into a fight. I didn’t really want to be around anyone after.”

ameliaxalvarez

In her years since becoming a hunter, Amelia never would have guessed that she’d be pacing her apartment, bristled with anger and worry over a werewolf. But then again, Douglas wasn’t just any werewolf. He was a trained weapon that had fallen onto her lap after Charles’ tragic demise and, he was a sweetheart if she was being honest. Begrudgingly, he had become a sort of friend who Amelia genuinely cared for in their time together.

This is why the young huntress was insanely annoyed at having heard nothing aside from a couple vague messages from Doug. She was going to kill him with her own hands once she caught wind of him for worrying her as much as he had. Deciding that she was getting nowhere with simply pacing, Amelia opted to leave her apartment in Tsvaos and go out for some fresh air instead. It might calm her down and if she found something to release her frustrations in, so be it.

Amelia stopped by a small coffee place in Tsavos, nothing like the one in Sycamore but it would do for now. She wandered the streets, mostly keeping to herself. Last Chapter was coming up and Mel briefly glanced in the shop window. She loved to read and was looking to see if there were any new releases when her eyes shifted and she caught sight of a very familiar werewolf. Oh, that little...

Without thinking, she marched into the bookstore and made it beeling to Douglas. “Hey?!” She returned the greeting in deep sarcasm and disbelief. Her hand reached out and smacked Douglas on the back of the head lightly. “Me tienes asustada!” She scolded, even if he wouldn’t understand her, and proceeded to pull him into a hug. However, at the mention of a fight, she stopped and immediately pulled away to look him over. It was instinct, more than anything because he would have obviously healed by now. “A fight? With who?” Amelia asked with a tight voice, letting her hand settle on his arm with a comforting squeeze. “Are you okay? What happened, sweet boy?”

#thread: douglas #leavetheminshreds #c

Location: Wrench It! Who: Amelia and OPEN What: Mel is working late at the auto shop and someone stumbles in and refuses to leave. Can be a customer, friend, whoever! If we haven’t plotted, free to assume connections.

Amelia was the last one in the shop today, a treat that had not happened too often. Wrench It! was far too quiet and even though it was really late, that didn’t stop her from connecting her phone to the speaker in the corner and blasting her all-time favorite song. The rhythm of Selena had her dancing in no time, singing off-key as she tied her hair back in a messy bun. Grabbing her tools, Mel bent down under the car that was lifted in the air and began to work on it, losing herself in the job and in the sound of music. The sound of the bell jingling from the customer entrance is the only thing that pulled her from her thoughts. “We’re closed!” She yelled out, hoping the person would hightail out of there cause she didn’t want to deal with customers being moody right now due to be being turned away. However, the sound of the door closing and footsteps coming into the shop, alerted her that this person wasn’t going away. Popping from under the car, Amelia huffed a sigh. “Yo, I said we’re closed!”

#santos.starter #open

@leavetheminshreds - Sam

Amelia was startled awake and immediately groaned upon seeing Sam in her line of sight. She buried her face back into her pillow and pulled the blanket over her head. “It’s 6 in the morning, Sam.” She whined, but each word was only muffled by her pillow

Despite the annoyance that tainted each muffled word, Amelia held a deep fondness for Sam. After losing her family, she spent a lot of time wandering, trying to find found family, and never really got it. She got close to Saul and the Sinclairs. They had taken her in and taught her everything she knows now about hunting, but it wasn’t the same.

Sam, however, had basically adopted her and Amelia had grown to love the man as an adoptive father. Even when he had the audacity to wake her up before the sun’s rays to train or work out. “You better have brought coffee.” She finally relented, peaking from under her blanket to the man.

#this is sooo lame but i tried lol #let me know if it's okay!#thread: sam #leavetheminshreds

daggersandsparkles

@ameliaxalvarez

No hunting. How lame.

Of all of the places for his hunter to send him to. Douglas understood; while he was different than other werewolves, a purebred wolf trained to hunt bigger game that was a challenge worth chasing, he was still a werewolf. He no longer had the security of Alexander to protect him from other hunters that would not see him as the loyal tool that he was. He was safer in Saints; or at least, he assumed that’s what his hunter thought. But he felt everything but safe surrounded by the monsters he used to hunt.

Douglas sought out little pleasures that reminded him of his old life ; he always admired Alexander’s weapons. His guns and hunting rifles were always beautifully made, and delicately ornate despite bing the impressive tools they were designed to be. So, as out of place as he was, the young werewolf found himself wandering into a gun shop to browse, asking the owner all sorts of strangely detailed questions about how a gun shot, how the recoil was, and if the pretty it was, if the performance suffered. It was probably a strange conversation with how young he was, but he was humored until a paying customer came in and Doug was left to his own devices.

Then, he spied a woman eying a very expensive rifle that, once his gaze fell to it, he immediately grinned and moved over to admire it with her. “That’s a VO Falcon,” he said, almost whimsically like nostalgia set into him over it, and he beamed proudly as he continued, “My guardian had two.”

“They’re one-of-a-kind when they’re made; forged from Damascus steel, with finest walnut root stock, custom engraving, 24kt gold inlay and diamond studs,” Douglas said, fawning over the weapon as if it were in the hands of his late hunter now. “They’re just as impressive tools as they are beautiful. Do you have one?”

ameliaxalvarez

🏹 -- 🏹

Amelia had been bored out of her mind and for about the 100th time since she stepped foot in Saints, she questioned why she decided to come to a city where there was a no-hunting rule. How utterly pointless. After wandering for what felt like hours around the city, she found herself in the gun shop. At least, it would offer some entertainment for a little bit.

Brown eyes locked in on a VO Falcon. A beautiful weapon that was as deadly as it was pretty. She had only seen one in her life and she had yearned for one since then but it was exceedingly expensive. So, mostly, she just admired the gun with longing until a voice interrupted her concentration. Barely looking out of the corner of her eyes, Mel hummed and nodded. “I know.” She almost wanted to scoff because this child thought that she didn’t know guns?

However, the next set of words caught her attention enough to warrant her to turn to face her visitor. The face was familiar - not necessarily because she knew the person but because she had heard about him. The hunting community was close-knit for the most part and it was hard to not know who this was. Douglas - a werewolf owned by Alexander. He was infamous in their community because of his hunter. She admired everything Alexander had accomplished. And she had heard about the tragic news of his...what did he call him?...guardian, she had been disappointed to know he was gone. She would have liked to meet him and pick his brains.

“I wish I had one - they are a beauty, huh?” She extended her hand then, offering the werewolf a smile this time around. “I’m Amelia - you worked with Alexander, didn’t you?”

#leavetheminshreds #thread: douglas #c #queued

acecroft

Scream (2022) dir. Matt Bettinelli-Olpin, Tyler Gillett

#tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: knife #mirror

Where: Cheap Thrills Who: @vindlcated - Sofia

After find out her mentor and closest friend had been turned into a vampire when she had presumed he was dead because of her inability to help him, Amelia had need drinks. A lot of them.

The Raven is where she would have headed normally, trying to avoid Cheap Thrills for the sole fact that there were just so many supernatural here. It made her itch. But, somehow, she had been convinced this was the better spot. After grabbing their drinks, Mel slid into the seat next to her best friend and mentee. She gave Sofia her drink and sighed, taking a long sip of her drink. “There isn’t enough alcohol in the world.” The young huntress complained, pressing a smile to her companion.

“What have you been up to and please tell me it’s better than my day so far.”

#let me know if this okay!!!#thread: sofia #c #vindlcated #queued

Where: Cheap Thrills Who: @delivcrus - Solomon What: Amelia and Solomon reunite snce their last hunt together where Mel thought he had died.

It started a few months ago. Amelia had been walking home from The Raven late at night when the hair on the back of her neck first stood up. It was the first indication that something was wrong. So, she became more vigilant. Every part of her training that had come from the hands of the Sinclair’s activated.

She didn’t act, however, she reconned. Kept her profile low, and tried to figure out who was here and who could potentially be after her. Eventually, she deduced it to be a vampire. She was only ever on alert at night meaning whoever was after her couldn’t walk in the light of day.

Tonight, they were after her again. She could sense it, had seen her shadow out of the corner of her eye. So, she took a sharp right into an alley way and waited. Once her shadow crossed, Mel attacked. Grabbing her stalker - council laws be damned, Mel pushed them against the wall of the building, silver knife at their throat. “Who the fu--”

The knife clattered to the floor then, brown eyes widened as Amelia took a step back. It was a ghost of her past - her very best friend. Her ride or die who she had failed so miserably. “Sa-Saul?” There was a quiver in her voice as his name graced her lips again and Mel threw herself at him, this time in overwhelming joy. Saul was alive! “I thought you were dead! Why didn’t you tell you me you were alive! I looked for you! How are you he--.”

It hit her then. Saul was a vampire. Amelia took a step back. “No...tell it’s not true.”

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