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"I'm waiting for ignition, I'm looking for a spark. Any chance collision and I light up in the dark. There you stand before me, all that fur and all that hair. Oh, do I dare, I have the touch." [Zoe Benson AHS Indie RP Blog. Tracking the tag apparentlyexceptional. Mun & muse 18+]

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SCREAMING A BIT

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So... I did it. I made Tate. It's been so long and I've missed him so much omg.

If anyone would like to follow him and RP/Plot over there, his blog is right here. :)

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Hi guys. I'm sorry i haven't been on here much. <3 i haven't quit on Zoe, but I have been lacking muse so I am on a hiatus of sorts.

However, I really really miss RPing with you guys. And I'm thinking of making a Tate. Would anyone be interested in playing with him if I did? :)

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I don't know if I can RP Zoe anymore, guys.

I feel sick.

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Witch Walk | Frances

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"Zoe, I can assure you that you won’t do any damage to this beauty and even if you did I wouldn’t care. It’s just nice to have company along for a ride, you know? Let’s go see those vampires and see if it is possible to become a witchpire, huh?" She asked playfully clearly joking. She had seen many crazy creatures in her life since having been at the academy but vampires hadn’t been one of them. There still was prominent talk about vampires running the entire town of New Orleans though keeping order among people. Frances thought it would be cool to see some up close and real life. It would be interesting to see Zoe’s reaction as well if Frances "accidentally" died. Granted, it may seem like a cruel joke but the girl would come back to life almost immediately anyways.

"Just so you know I meant what I said. If anybody, and I mean anybody you know gets hurt come to me first. I’ll be able to restore them to their normal selves with perfect help. Others would dabble with black magic but I’d never suggest that. If there is one thing you learn while you are here, Zoe it is that shit will knock you off your feet and six feet under." She spoke with a laugh, still being serious as she climbed into the car. Motioning forward she pointed at the main road. "Just follow the willow trees and it’ll lead you down to the quarter where we are going. It’s a straight shot like I said." Happiness shown through on Frances’ face. This was the first real time in three years she had been able to peacefully hang out with somebody. Madison had her kind moments but Frances shied away from her, Queenie kind of scared her although she was kind, and personally she disliked having her mind constantly read by Nan. Having Zoe there would provide a genuine friend and she couldn’t help but smile. "I hope I can show you my power one day, then again maybe that isn’t a good thing."

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Her reassurance brought a smile to her face, The car was quite lovely, after all. Zoe never thought of herself as materialistic, but who didn't appreciate the occasional nice or pretty object? It was a human thing, and Zoe was still human. Even as a witch. "If you're sure, then. I would love to," she let out a small laugh. "Even still, I'll certainly do my best not to crash your car. You'll be happy to know I've never gotten a ticket in my life." Except for that time she forgot to wear a helmet when she went out for a bike ride as a child. Her parents weren't exactly happy about having to pay off that fine.

"Oh, yes. I'm definitely looking forward to it. Maybe if we're lucky, we'll both get bitten. Maybe the vampire venom will freeze our gifts. What's an upside for me is a downside for you, though. You got the cool power." She smiled, a little broader now that she was being more talkative. Zoe felt at ease now; a little more apt to joke around and take things lightly now that she got to know Frances. She felt light, at the moment. The witch didn't actually believe in vampires, though. If she did, she probably wouldn't be joking quite as much.

Frances' kindness was unreal to Zoe, but welcomed. She'd never met anyone so willing to help another out of the blue like that. While she was hoping not to need the girls help (having seen enough death to last her a lifetime), Zoe had a fallback plan now. Just in case. "I really don't know how to repay you for that. I'd offer to help you by using my power, but it's not exactly useful." Her smile dropped some. "I can buy you lunch or something instead?" Yes, Zoe, because when someone offers to bring people back to the dead for you, it's only polite to offer them food. Naturally. Buckling up, Zoe situated herself in the vehicle and waited for Frances to follow suit. Soon enough, she started up the car, and pulled out slowly. Carefully. She went in the direction France's told her to go, and found that the drive wasn't so bad. No potholes in the road or anything. Smooth sailing. "Maybe not, but it can be. You save people, you know? That's a really good thing." She remarked, looking at the road ahead. "You're practically a hero, Frances Bean." Zoe's words were playful, though she meant them. Zoe may not be able to do good with her own power, but at least the others could. Witchcraft didn't seem all that bad now. She supposed it had its upsides. It had multiple downsides as well, but that wasn't the point. Zoe was trying to be positive.

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{ It takes two }

Hazel eyes gazed out into the street as the rest of her body leaned against the old truck she so inconspicuously drove.

It was dusk - her surroundings quickly becoming pitch black as she stayed put, back resting heavily against the cool metal body of the vehicle.

Zoe wasn't staring at the string of identical houses that lined the street in the quiet suburban neighborhood in which she was currently visiting.  No, not exactly. Every now and again she looked down at her phone in hand - half out of habit, half so as to not seem suspicious. Not that anyone needed to be suspicious of her. Not at the moment.

She was simply waiting for a friend.

That's what normal girls her age did, after all. To the outside eye, Zoe was just getting ready to go out for the evening, which she was.

And rest assured - they both had a big evening ahead of them.

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Her counterpart laughed.

"Hole of hell? Wow, they really aren't teaching us anything there..." the duplicated Zoe laughed.

"Every person has two identities basically. That's why twins are born, some identities manage to manifest in the womb, or in this case, you manifested me from yourself. I'm like, you conscience." Zoe two laughed.

"You gonna try and put me back where I came from or what?" She said crossing her arms.

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Zoe stared at the figure in front of her as though it had two heads. She found it difficult to wrap her mind around, what she had done. Oh, God. What had she done?

"I know what twins are," the girl practically wheezed, still completely freaked out by her spitting image. "Oh, yeah?" Her voice was high-pitched. Slightly on the hysterical side. "Is your name Zoe, too? Or should I just call you Jiminy Cricket?" Zoe was pretty sure splitting yourself into two was against the rules. Fiona was going to have her ass for this. Needless to say, she was in deep shit.

"How do I do that? I don't even know how you got here. This is so not what the spells description was." Her heart was hammering in her chest, yet she willed herself to calm down. Now was not the time to get hysterical. She had to fix this situation - as soon as she possibly could. "Do you have any suggestions?" Maybe her other half carried all of the wisdom that she was currently lacking.

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stubborn kind of fellow.

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"I do, ma’am. I’ll be much obliged if you continue to indulge me." He grins at her and her teasing. Zoe likes him; Kyle is sure of that much. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t, wouldn’t be playing with him like this if she didn’t think he was fun. Something about her was reserved and unsure, he could tell that much. But it wasn’t her feelings about him. And if she did like him, well, he didn’t see harm in being persistent. He wanted her to know how serious he was about liking her. About wanting to date her. He’d never been this sweet on a girl in his life. Kyle was a determined guy; he worked for every single thing he ever got. He’d work for her.

Her sweetness was radiant, really. He wondered if even the people in the nearby dorm buildings could sense it. Kyle smiles wide at her and leans on the door for a moment. “Yeah, well you know. I heard once that airbags really impress the ladies n’ I thought, I better get me some of those.” He grins and the last moment he lingers, he thinks about leaning forward to give her a kiss. But his nerves with her get the best of him and he just smiles softer and closes her door for her before walking around to the driver’s seat and buckling up. He starts the engine, needing to give the clunker a moment before he can get them on the road.

"I hope you’re hungry?" He glances at her at a stop light, wanting to make more conversation. Wanting to hear her voice. It was such a nice sound. Feminine and laid back. A mesmerizing kind of softness.

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"I guess I can do that for you," she smiled at him genuinely, wide and not muted for a change. "Since it means so much." In her heart she knew this was wrong. She shouldn't be here with him. On a date, no less. It wasn't anything she meant to do. Getting close to Kyle, that is. And now that she was getting to know him; now that she was getting to like him so much, Zoe wasn't sure if she could just stop. She didn't want to stop talking to him, or seeing him. The young witch was slowly but surely convincing herself that she could work things out. That he would be okay, and that she could keep speaking to him. All she had was her hope, but she'd hold on to it for as long as she could.

"Oh, good idea." Zoe was amused by him and his accent; his dimples making the whole picture even better. "Consider me impressed. I like myself a good airbag." She quirked a smile at him, playing along. There was a brief moment where he looked at her, as if he were debating on saying something. He looked so sweet standing there - being the polite guy she'd met just weeks ago and waiting to close her door for her. Her stomach flipped at his gaze, before it was over all too quickly and he was shutting the door. It was just as well. As hopeful as she felt, feelings like that could get her into trouble. Zoe may be delusional, but she wasn't foolish.

She felt just a tad on the shy side as he slid into the drivers seat. Zoe wasn't quite sure what to say to him. Her feelings and thoughts oftentimes prevented her from being the outgoing girl she once used to be. It was hard to go back to that. She wasn't sure if she ever could. Yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that she wanted to be. Zoe wanted to feel normal again. Maybe that's one of the reasons Kyle was starting to grow on her so much. He was nice. Normal. And he wasn't half bad appearance wise, either. "Huh? Oh, yeah. Starving," she nodded at him in affirmation, although her appetite hadn't really kicked in yet. She was trying to be nice, as he was being to her. "Are you?" Zoe couldn't help but be a little playful, though. Her words took on a teasing quality, yet she was still trying to maintain small talk. Zoe liked talking to him, even if she didn't always know what to say. She was working on it.

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a travelin' soldier.

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Dear Miss Benson,

I regret to inform you as I regretted to inform the Spencer family that Private Kyle Spencer has been injured in action and is presently fighting infection as he attempts to recover from his injuries. It is my understanding that he is in a hospital in London, England. I hope this helps to know he is not dead; I understand it must be some time since you heard from him.

Regards,

SGT. Spalding

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Dear Kyle,

Kyle, I'm not sure if you'll receive this letter or not. To whom it may concern, will you please tell me if Sgt. Kyle Spencer is doing alright? His Mother is worried about him, as am I. We would appreciate a letter right now. We would be forever grateful.

If you do receive this letter, Kyle, I love you. I have hope that you've pulled through and are doing alright, but that doesn't stop how sick I feel at the thought of you being hurt.

Yours, with love,

Zoe Benson

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He had never thought he would become a mechanic.

 As a boy, he’d have grand dreams. An astronaut. A singer. An actor. Whatever that he saw on screen and caught his fancy. His father would ruffle his hair and chuckled, as if to tell him he was taking his ideals too far, that they were dreams and merely ideas.

 School happened, and he was faced with reality. Figured out he didn’t have the brains or the skills. He could want, but he would not have. The one class he excelled in was shop class. His teacher used to call him ‘the handy man’. Things started falling into places when he received his diploma. Friends—the few that he had—went away. School wasn’t a place to head to at 7 a.m. anymore. He was left, wandering, a loner in his part of town, until his uncle called him over to test-run as a mechanic at the gas station he owned.

 He was a hard worker, there’s no denying that. Committed. Concentrated. Putting his heart into tinkering with the nuts and bolts and circuits of a car and its tires, all parts of it. Yet work, as it was, passed with little happening each day. He’d have the radio on and let the Drifters, Aretha Franklin, The Temptations, and the occasional Spinners take over his control of time. The other guys passed by his workspace, sometimes. Most hours it was him and the cars.

 So when he accepted the job at Miss Foxx’s household, Kit didn’t expect people, more specifically, girls, since Miss Foxx was out during the day, all week – he’d heard from the maid. He was more than glad to see the girl approach him and brought up the subject of keeping him company.

 “You’re bored, huh,” he commented, glancing upwards at the still-giggling crowd of girls. “If you don’t mind, I thought this was Miss Foxx’s house and…I’m not sure what this is exactly—is it a school…?”

 He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. A small shake of his head before he replied, “Nope. Don’t mind at all. I’m doing her annual check-up. You know the basics, fuel system, brakes, engine, AC.”

 Kit tapped a hand at the car’s hood. “And don’t worry,” he flashed her a grin, “I could definitely use some company.”

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"Yeah," she smiled faintly - sure that sounded like some excuse to come ogle him while he worked. Her intentions weren't impure, however. Zoe really did just want to talk to him. Her book hadn't been holding her interest. Perhaps an actual conversation with someone out of the Academy would. "It's just one of those days."

Everyday was always one of those days now. She feared that's how things always would be. Now that she was the way she was. A witch. You'd think life would be exciting, for someone like her. It wasn't. Not even a little bit. Everyday was slow; terrifying. Maddening. Zoe needed something to take her mind away from it for a little while While the other girls had their moments, none of them were close friends. It got lonely in there, and it had only been a few weeks since she arrived. Maybe Zoe was weak after all. "It's a school," she explained as she walked forward some more, stopping beside the car so she could gaze at the engine instead of him. It was rude to steer. "A finishing school, actually." The girl had to resist a snort. She didn't even know finishing schools existed - until she was told that was what she had to tell people in order to keep things hush hush. She thought it was a stupid cover, but apparently people bought it. "Miss Robichaux Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies." Although Zoe resisted a snort or even a scoff - her voice was sardonic, unable to help her amusement from seeping into her voice. "We're not exactly in the public eye. There's only a small group of us living here."  Great. Now it sounded like she was describing a cult. "We all get kind of sick of eachother, you know?" Which explained why she was down there, likely distracting him from his work. It was hard to feel remorse for it, though. Zoe really needed a distraction. She watched with curiosity as he listed off the things he was working on. The girl wondered how much Cordelia was paying him, in this heat. She kind of felt bad for him. It didn't seem like the most glamorous job to her, but perhaps he enjoyed it. "I have no idea how to do that kind of stuff. Seems like a lot of work." Zoe smiled slightly. Her Dad always used to check on her car for her, but not anymore. Maybe now was the time to start learning how to do it for herself. "So how long have you been a mechanic?" She asked, leaning her weight to one side as she tried to distract herself from thoughts and memories of her past. The witch was just a little curious about him, too. He seemed relatively young; good looking too, if she were being perfectly honest. Zoe hadn't seen many mechanics his age. It didn't seem to be a very popular field. "Out of curiosity." She added, feeling all too nosy, but not making any effort to retract or walk away. He said it was okay to talk to him, and Zoe chose to believe him.

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{ ☪ }                Oh dear. This one’s delusional, isn’t she? If the widow thought the starlet would let her out of the house in that she was undoubtedly wrong.

   Widow, we’ve got a  r e p u t a t i o n  to keep up.

           We can’t been seen with you parading around in clothes from The Gap.

    Gross!

         We pity you and your poor fashion sense. Although, we won’t ever verbally admit it, you do work what you’re given. A secret compliment for our new best friend.

     OH yes, did we tell you widow?

               We’ve appointed you as our best friend!

                                               Be excited! It’s a hefty job.

                                                         ❝Look, Zoe.. It’s a Frat party. You look like your dressed to visit your grandmother. Please.. We certainly can’t have that. We want to make a memorable impression… In all the right ways,❞ the harlot starlet’s soprano assured in a matter-of-fact type of tone. Chocolate orbs narrow upon the the widow.

                                                       ❝We’re not monsters. Of course you think that. You’re new to this world. Once you learn your powers, you’ll learn to accept your gift❞" A little defensive, but the widow didn’t understand.

     We’re a dying breed!

               There’s not many of us left.

                    We have to  e m p o w e r  our gifts and use them;

                                                                      not scurry away from them.

   You do have a gift that’s rather unfair.. Really, no sex without death.. Now that’s just a shame. Unless, you plan on staying sex free but.. Where’s the fun in that? A little pleasure does some good.

                                                        ❝I'm sure there's a way to control your gift. It's just a manner of learning how,❞ the starlet crooned in a gentle tone as they made their way to their room. It’s difficult for us to express empathy. So forgive us if we come off cruel.

            We don’t mean to be that way.

                           We aren’t totally heartless, you know.

      The starlet grins from ear to ear, as she watches the widow fumble with the dress. Ha, why are you so nervous little spider? Do you really think your best friend would put you in anything distasteful? Oh.. You’re a shy one, huh?

                                                          ❝Fine,❞ we’ll play annoyed, as a smile glides at our lips. Turning around, we impatiently wait for our little widow to get dressed. This was her big night! She deserved it; after all she was in mourning. It was time to let loose and enjoy the night the starlet had planned. 

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She didn't think her clothing choices were that horrible. Her style was tasteful; enough to cover everything without covering too much. Madison's words were almost enough to cause Zoe's defenses to rise, but she bit her tongue. She couldn't afford to make enemies right now. If she played her cards right, Zoe hoped to make a friend. Madison seemed to want to help her, in an odd sort of way. It was the most anyone had tried to make her feel welcome, and for that she felt appreciative, despite feeling slightly insulted. She'd get over that, though. No big deal. "My Grandmother actually bought me this sweater," she murmured under her breath, the comment sarcastic although it held true. It had been a birthday gift. "In what sort of ways are we looking to impress, exactly?" She cocked an eyebrow. Zoe didn't want to impress anyone. No. That could prove to be dangerous in the long run. "Yeah. Maybe," she forced a smile, trying to just drop the topic. Zoe found that hard to agree with, though. Accept her gift? Accept that she was a murderer? She didn't think that was possible. Then again, however, she didn't think being a witch was possible either. Yet there she was. A sexless, miserable shell of her former self.

She didn't know of any other way around her certain predicament. From her understanding, Zoe would be stuck like this for the rest of her life. There was no amount of spells or kegel exercises to rid herself of the affliction. Still - she just couldn't stop hoping. Wishing that maybe one day, she could be normal. Or at the very least, do normal things.

"How would I do that?" She quirked a small smile, unamused but willing to play along in Madison's game. "Brew up some sort of magical vagina relaxant?" Unlikely. Zoe hadn't the first clue about potions. Perhaps she could ask Cordelia.

Satisfied that Madison had turned, Zoe turned as well - her back to the other girl. As quickly as she could, she stripped out of her current outfit, ready to try to pull on the dress Madison had picked out for her instead.

Pulling it over her head, Zoe had some trouble tugging it down. It kept riding up, and it was tight around her middle. The witch wasn't sure if she liked it.

She felt exposed.

"I don't know about this," she looked down at herself, doubt clearly in her voice as she addressed Madison. Turning around, she continued to pull at the end of the dress. "You can look now, if you want. I'm not sure if it fits right." Zoe didn't normally wear clothes like this. It felt odd to her.

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It's Alive | Zoe & Kyle

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He stared ahead at her, trying to understand her side of the problem. She probably had questions for him about his friends, but she seemed like too shy of a girl to jump to them so quickly, or even at all. He wondered where Madison was now; if she was part of all this or didn’t want anything to do with him. Questions like these troubled him often, but he didn’t think too deeply on them. He found himself also wondering about his mother. Though he never had the actual bravery to stand up to her obscene behavior and it remained a secret throughout his whole life after his father had died, Kyle still wondered how she was dealing with the news. She seemed to care about him, and he wanted to come into contact with her but figured it wasn’t a big matter at the time. 

Zoe seemed to be pleased with his words, her face washing over with a look that gave Kyle a satisfied feeling. She looked so proud, so happy, so touched by his simple words. He swallowed, looking down as she took his hand, almost startled by the physical contact. Her hand was warm and comforting in an indescribable way and he dragged his gaze away from it, looking back up into her eyes and parting his lips, tilting his head slightly. 

"Good," he responded at first, feeling his throat itch. It definitely felt weird; Misty had explained to him what had happened. He was in many ways confused with it all, but the thought of the stitches connecting the limbs that weren’t even his still gave him chills. His own lungs didn’t belong to him until a few days ago. Kyle tried his best to not think about these details because they made his stomach churn, so instead he tried putting his thoughts elsewhere. 

He paused, swallowing quickly and starting back again, “I-I’m much better. Talking hurts- a little.” He didn’t want to sound too weak in front of her; he couldn’t help but not shake the feeling of his self-conscious. Kyle shifted slowly and stiffly, but his eyes never left Zoe’s. 

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The relief she felt at his reassurance that he was doing better was indescribable. Zoe felt a certain responsibility for the man in front of her; she didn't want him to feel bad or sick or whatever it was that he turned out to be when she first brought him back. Misty seemed to be doing well, though. She really came through for them - and for that Zoe would always be thankful.

"Good. I'm glad." The girl withdrew her hand from his slowly in order to place it in her lap. He seemed startled by her touch, and she took it as him feeling uncomfortable by the gesture. Zoe was simply trying to comfort him, though. Perhaps she'd overstepped her bounds. She didn't really think of the gesture all that much. Zoe was just legitimately worried for him.

"You don't have to talk if it hurts," the witch frowned, hands fidgeting in her lap as she debated on what to say or do. She felt awkward, sitting there with him when he could be resting. Maybe she should leave so he could heal some more, although that's the last thing she wanted to do. Zoe wanted to stay with him. "Do you want me to go get Misty for you? Maybe she could get you some swamp water or something for your throat." Zoe was only half joking. "Remember? Mother nature makes the best medicine." She wasn't being sarcastic, necessarily. Just awkward. Unsure of what to say to him. Zoe had so many questions to ask, but didn't want to overwhelm him. He'd just come back from the dead. The guy was probably exhausted.

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Zombie | Zoe & Kyle

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(✖)———:               He watched as the girl approached him, slowly and cautiously. Her voice caused him to tilt his head slightly in confusion. It worked. What did? What was she talking about?

                  His internal debate was cut short as she continued moving toward him. Zoe. From the party. His gaze shot down and away from her. Blurry and almost dream-like memories flooded his mind. Blue and red lights, loud music, an ice sculpture—it came back to him in a haze. He closed his eyes in an attempt to make sense of it all. Visions, unclear, but visions nonetheless, of this girl, Zoe, began to play in his jumbled up head. She wore a black dress, form fitting, complimenting every curve and surface of her body. 

                        {What are you doing, Spencer? Open your eyes.}

                                 He opened his eyes to her attentive gaze; it was like she was appraising him. For what purpose?

                  Her words, once again, snapped him out of himself and he listened to her, to her inquisitive tone and the worry dripping from her every word. Does it hurt? He made to sit up straighter, attempted to put weight, as well as his gaze, on his arms when coarse joints decide they aren’t having it and cause him to nearly fall back. His eyebrows furrowed in frustration; what was wrong with him?

                                 His eyes shifted to hers, pleas for help present in his stare. He lifted a hand slowly and grabbed a hold of hers, pulled her closer to him and let his head fall to her stomach—half to balance himself, half for comfort. He couldn’t think past his current thoughts and that scared him; scared him to death. A whimper escaped his lips after yet another failed attempt at words; hopeless. The only word he could think of and the only word that made sense.

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It really did hurt her to see him like this. It wasn't the Kyle she thought she'd be bringing back. It wasn't the boy she met and was so charmed by at that stupid frat party. It was as though he were just a shell of a boy, hardly able to move or convey that he was in pain. God, she could tell though. By the way he whimpered and buried his head into her stomach, she knew that he wasn't okay.

And it was all her fault. But this wasn't time for a pity party. She had to help him in this mess that both she and Madison had gotten him into gotten him into.

It was unfortunate that she had no idea how to do that. For now, though, she'd start with getting him out of the morgue.

It was difficult to do so, however, with him burying his head into her stomach as though she were the only thing he really had to cling to. It pulled at her heart some, looking down at the top of his head, curls dirty and matted down with dirt and blood she wasn't entirely sure was all his. Still, that didn't stop her from resting a tentative hand on his forehead, stroking the hair out of his face and allowing him to stay there - if only for a moment.

"I'll take that as a yes," an uncontrollable sigh left her lips while she gathered the strength to separate herself from him. Patting his head, she cooed to him, in as comforting of a voice as she could manage. "I'm going to put your arm around my shoulders, and I'm going to try to lift you up so we can get you out of her." As hushed and as calm as her words attempted to be, they were also quick. They were running out of time; Zoe knew they couldn't stay there forever.

Leaning down some, she moved to slide an arm under him, praying she wouldn't scare or harm him. As she did so, Zoe murmured under her breath in order to soothe him some. Or try to, at least. "Just hang onto me, Kyle. You'll be okay - you'll be safe. I promise." And she had every intent on keeping her word.

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Madison smirked and turned her head towards Zoe. She liked the girl, but she had to toughen up if she was to become a good witch at the Academy, that’s where Fiona’s opinion was the same as hers. Lately, she had been thinking about the similarities between her and the older woman. Although she didn’t want to admit it, they were present. ” So, Benson.” She started. ” How about me and you go out for a little Halloween fun tonight? Dress up as Bitch witches and terrify the neighbors, especially those next door?” She waited eagerly for her response, hoping that the younger girl would agree with her.

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Zoe was laying on her bed, thumbing through some magazine she was hardly paying attention to. She was aware of Madison's presence in the room, and was waiting quietly to see what the girl would say or do. Despite her roommates brazen personality, Zoe didn't think ill of her at all. In fact, she liked her; cared about her. That didn't mean that the starlet didn't set her on edge sometimes, though. Madison was definitely a wildcard, which was oftentimes a nice distraction from her new reality. Peering up at the girl from the pictures of muscled television and movie actors and articles that sprouted nothing but nonsense, Zoe cocked a brow. "We're already witches." As if that needed reminding. "Do you mean trick or treating? Because I don't know if terrifying people sounds like my kind of thing or not." It definitely didn't, but she'd be lying if she said the idea of going out didn't sound appealing. "Besides - what's wrong with next door?" She didn't really pay much attention to their neighbors. "Do they give out the cheap candy bars or something?"

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Sam turned around to be faced with the girl, the n e w girl who reeked of death and life all in one petite frame. 

  “You must be Zoe.” He told her with a plain smile, “I’m Sam Harper, Madison’s manager.” He explained, “And Fiona’s assistant.” He waved his hand and scrunched up his face as if this was the lesser of the two. “Occasionally I come around here to make sure everything’s running smoothly—- are you okay?” 

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She stared at the man, caution never fading as he explained himself. Zoe hadn't seen him around before, but she supposed his story made sense. Between those two women, the guy was probably busy all of the time. Doing what, she had no idea. Zoe wasn't even sure she wanted or need to know. "Really?" It sounded a little odd to her, especially him being Fiona's assistant, as well. She seemed like a lady who could take care of her own business with ease. Maybe she just liked the eye candy, though. It was really none of Zoe's business, but she couldn't help but wonder. The witch didn't bother asking questions, though. She was never the outspoken type. "I didn't know they needed the help." Zoe bit down on her bottom lip as she hesitantly walked further into the kitchen, trying not to be rude despite her still present caution. "Me? Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." She felt slightly bad about being so distrusting of him. He seemed nice enough. Perhaps she was just being paranoid. Shy, maybe. "I just wasn't expecting you to be here." By himself, no less. "It's nice to meet you, Sam." Maybe he really was there just to check up on them. It was kind of nice, actually. Her caution was slowly fading. "I don't want to be rude or anything, but have you seen the others? I thought they'd still be here." She hadn't heard them around the house on her way down, now that she thought about it. Madison hadn't even woken her up with her gossip or nonstop bitching. Her morning felt incomplete.

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"Like I said, I can bring anybody back if something were to happen to them. It’s not the most pleasant process on my end but if it means saving a friend you better believe I’d do it." She said smiling towards Zoe warmly. She was beginning to enjoy her time with this girl. They understood each other and could actually talk without fighting. Frances had remained an introvert at the academy for a reason. Glancing towards the door at her new friend’s suggestion she laughed and nodded her head. The French Quarter was walking distance away. They could get there in a few minutes and enjoy the cooler autumn day while they were at it. "Let’s go. You’ll love it there and if we meet a vampire—-he can bite me." She spoke winking playfully before laughing, walking out the door with her purse, leather jacket, and car keys. When she walked out she wandered over to her beautiful 72 chevy impala that was jet black in color.

"This right here is my baby but you can drive. It’s a straight shot to the quarter. Just go down the main road lined with sycamore trees and you’ll see it a bit down the way, unless you’d rather walk." Frances had began thinking against walking after all of the shit going on but they would be safe. Worst case scenario Frances would always be able to bring Zoe up. "I assume you drive."

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That knowledge was a comfort to her. She didn't anticipate needing Frances' help in the near future, but things happened. In case of emergency, the fact that her new friend was willing and offering to help her eased Zoe's mind some. It was an odd thing to be happy about, but everything in her life now was odd. She was slowly, but surely learning to embrace it. Meeting Frances had helped her with it, in a way. Having a friend she could rely on alleviated some of the stress of being in New Orleans. Because now - she wasn't so alone. "Thank you. Really," she smiled at the girl, nothing but sincerity in her tone. Her tone changed, however, as Frances made the vampire comment. At that, Zoe had to laugh. "Oh, yeah? Careful what you wish for. He could turn you," she teased, a smile still on her lips as she followed the girl to her car. "Are vampire witch hybrids even possible?" She wouldn't doubt it. Zoe was quickly learning that anything was possible. Although, that always wasn't such a good thing.

As they reached the car, all Zoe could do was stare. That was one fancy set of wheels. Turning her head toward her friend, she raised a brow. "Wow. Nice car." Not that she knew much about cars, but hey, she knew when something looked good. Walking closer to the car, she almost didn't catch the girls words. But she did, and she blinked, unsure if she was hearing her right. "You want me to drive?" Was she hearing her right? "Yeah, I drive. Just not expensive looking cars," she laughed, unsure of whether she should accept or not. She really wanted to, though. Zoe was still a teenaged girl. Naturally, she got excited about being able to drive. It meant freedom. Lately, she needed that more than ever. "Are you sure? I'd love to drive. I just don't want to hurt your baby." Zoe's words were light, but she was really worried. She didn't want to accidentally scratch the vehicle and piss Frances off. That wouldn't be good at all.

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"Ah yes, the ancient book throwing tradition. Though back in the day they used to throw much heavier things than books, so be grateful," he joked, watching the young girl take a seat next to him.

                      Zoe…..

It seemed like such an ordinary name for an extraordinary girl.

"Its nice to meet you too," he smiled, deciding to drop the sarcasm to actually get to know this girl. "And I’m honestly sorry for the book thing.." he trailed off, thinking of a casual way to learn more about this girl. "So where are you from?"

Not as smooth as he wanted, but efficient.

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"I'm glad the sport has evolved so much, then," she couldn't help but laugh the tiniest bit at their conversation. He seemed so easy going. Charismatic, even. Her brief conversation with him thus far had been one of the most interesting ones she had since arriving in New Orleans. Zoe wasn't ready for it to be over just yet. "Hey, don't worry about it. It was an accident," the girl smiled at him to show there were no hard feelings. She was just busting his balls, that's all. There was really nothing to forgive - it was an accident, after all.

"I'm from Boston," she piped up, trying her best to carry on the conversation without giving too much away. The witch didn't exactly feel comfortable sharing details of her life with anybody. As little and insignificant as they may seem. Still, she answered him. Kyle seemed friendly enough; he had a good sense of humor. Zoe found that she quite liked it. "You ever been?" She was curious. "It's a lot different from here." That was for sure. For starters, there were no witches in Boston. At least not that she knew of.