Beatrice Malone

Bea bounty hunter ass kicker stronger than i look

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jvnahss:

❛ | TRAITOR ]

❛ ┆ —— ‘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ?      ’      every word she said was strung together in a way that made no sense, but he couldn’t take anymore excuses.      ‘     i LOVED you, and you did this to me. and you didn’t even have the fucking balls to stick around and help me through it. do you know what it felt like waking up like this and having absolutely no one? you know what helped me, beatrice? google.      ’      he hadn’t known myka in the first few weeks of his turning and all he could trust was the lore he’d pieced together online which still wasn’t perfectly accurate. scouring the internet for answers had been maddening and his enhanced senses drove him that much more crazy.      ‘     if you didn’t know what you were doing, you shouldn’t have done it in the first place.      ’  

this time she listened; to every word he said and let it sink in. something didn’t add up. it took her a moment, in which she looked down at the very real sidewalk under her feet then back to the man before her as she took a deep inhale and caught his scent. the sudden realization caused her eyes to go wide and made her take a step back.  “you’re really here, aren’t you?”  she swallowed hard, slowly shook her head, and started to reach out for jonah before thinking better of it. emotions rushed through her faster than she could process them. for every bit of gladness and relief she felt there was enough guilt and self hatred to bury it.  “i didn’t just leave you, i thought you were dead.”  her voice got higher and she spoke quicker as she tried to explain herself, “you have to believe me. i would never leave you, jonah. you were bleeding so much... by the time i thought to call for help your heart had stopped. i thought you were dead!”

[sweetlikeliqueur]

“In honor of our annual citywide 420 party, oh wait no, sorry, ‘Founders Day’ party, #Hashtag is gonna have a bogo sale on edible cookies, marshmallow rice krispies, and brownies.”

[bea-malonewolf-blog]

“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m thinking it might be better if I stay mostly sober for the celebration this year.”

[bea-malonewolf-blog]

sxnofvictory:

The fact that someone managed to catch him in such an embarrassing moment already had Victor frozen but the moment the brunette leaned in to sniff, he could feel his face warming up considerably.  For a moment, he stared as his brain tried to think of an appropriate response before he finally gave up and laughed at her joke. The embarrassment was very evident on his face but there was nothing better he could think of doing. “You know, if I smell like it’s been a week, that’s not too bad. It’s actually been over a month but keep that hush hush,” he whispered. It was obviously a joke but he found that jokes made him feel less awkward in these situations. 

Bea chuckled then smirked slightly. It was as close to a smile as she’d gotten in a while and it felt kind of nice to joke with a stranger in a town that use to be the most familiar place in the world to her. “That’s actually pretty impressive. You must not do any kind of physical activity at all then, huh? So you just sit still in the middle of town all day taking calls from worried family members?” She could tell she was pushing his buttons, but it was fun and he didn’t look truly upset, maybe just a tad uncomfortable.

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jvnahss:

❛ | TRAITOR ]

❛ ┆ —— ‘ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ. sʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟ; some dream that she’d conjured up to clear a guilty conscience.       ‘      love? you don’t leave people you love to just - fucking just turn into THIS.      ’       he was still adjusting to the life of being a werewolf, trying to enjoy ever part of it, but that was hard when he still had no idea what he was doing.      ‘     take responsibility for what the fuck you did to me. and then you just l e f t. you fucked off and just left me there and i’ve been dealing with this shit for months. you didn’t even ASK me.      ’

she began speaking without really hearing what jonah had said, tears in her eyes because even in her mind he’d likely never forgive her for his death.   “of course i l-”  she stopped as quickly as she’d started when his words caught up to her.  “you didn’t turn, jonah. i killed you,”  that was the first time she’d ever said the words and even thinking it was happening inside her head, she whispered them,  “i didn’t mean to. all the stories just said i had to bite-”  on the verge of tears and unable to finish her sentences, it was clear that bea was distraught.  “i didn’t know what i was doing.”

[terrcnce]

starter for @bea-malonewolf.

       he’d know her in death. any version of reality in which their souls coexisted would have them running on intersecting lines, clashing and clinging with desperation so as to not be torn apart by fate. or intolerant family members. or WOLVES. as his eyes fell upon her parallel, familiar form, terrence could feel nothing but the burn of static carbon dioxide making a home in the cavern of his lungs; unable to exhale. he was stuck in a movement of reaching out to touch her, a simple tap on the shoulder that rooted his fingertips into her angel bones, and stated his presence to her in the only way that seemed possible. perhaps he said her name, or hello, or mumbled a string of unintelligible phrases, terrence couldn’t tell; not when the sole focus of his attention rested on eyes that were an exact mirror image of his own. 

[bea-malonewolf-blog]

          bea couldn’t explain why she’d ventured out while everyone was celebrating founder’s day. she’d just returned to town, not in the mood to celebrate or deal with crowds of people she use to know. some force drew her out of her crappy apartment and onto the street. when she was just wondering about she might have called that force intense boredom, but now face to face with terrence she wondered if it had been fate instead. with furrowed brows and worried eyes she looked up at her brother as he greeted her. he didn’t sound angry, but time seemed to slow as she faltered over what to say for what felt like hours. her face softened, the faintest smile tilting the corner of her lips upwards. “I’ve really missed you.” she finally told him in a quiet, breathy rush of air, afraid if she didn’t say it quickly she’d lose her nerve.

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sxnofvictory:

“YEAH BRO, I’m wearing clean underwear. I am sort of a grown up y’know. You don’t have to keep checking up on me… It’s unnecessary…” He trailed off before letting out a sigh at his brother’s next comment. “Yes, I’m showering regularly. Now I’m gonna hang up because I’m in the middle of the city and people are starting to look at me.” 

Bea chuckled under her breath when she picked up on the conversation this stranger was having in such a public place. “Are you sure about that? It smells like it’s been,” she took an exaggerated sniff in his direction, “At least a week since your last shower.” It was just a joke, even to her hyper sensitive nose he smelled clean enough. He also smelled like something she couldn’t put her finger on, but that wasn’t bad hygiene, it was just something he just was.

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jvnahss:

❛ ┆ —— ‘ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴋɴᴇᴇ-ᴊᴇʀᴋ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. there’d been some time that now seemed too long ago to be clear that he’d wanted her touch, wanted her company. any fond, tender feelings that he’d held for her were clouded by a bitter disgust and a suffocating sense of betrayal. she wasn’t welcomed in his life anymore. the past was behind him and he refused to be dragged back into her face, her scent, her warmth.

‘      i’m going where the fuck i was going before i stopped.      ’     he snapped, taking careful steps back in hopes to put more distance between them and just move on from this.

she gasped when he freed himself from her grip. there was a clear image in her head of him on the floor of his apartment. motionless, bleeding. dead. she knew that was real, but he seemed so life-like as he stood before her. angrier than she’d ever seen him in real life, but it would make sense in this nightmare that her late lover would hate her for killing him. a nightmare was the only thing that made sense. jonah wasn’t alive, he didn’t know about rainer, and she’d never heard of ghosts manifesting like this.

“i’m so sorry j.” she made no attempt to stop him from leaving. could you really stop a dream from happening? she wasn’t sure. “i know you’re not real, but i’m so sorry, love. i never meant for this to happen.”

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dhampirxmaxine:

Maxine had just come out of Better Batter Bakery, after having been craving one of their sweets. She never stayed inside, though, because of their limited seating, and usually had both her dogs with her. They were Rhodesian ridgebacks and only four years old. She had leashes with her, but didn’t bother leashing them unless someone complained. The last thing she had been expecting was to see a familiar face walking around. Now, at first, she wasn’t sure she actually saw the person she was thinking of, but the longer she stared, the moe she realized Bea was exactly who she was seeing. She couldn’t believe it was actually her mentor. She heard about what happened, and she understood why the woman left, she supposed.

“Four years no call, Darlin’?” She thought she was funny, to say the least. “You could of at least said somethin’, ya know.” Maxine had been saddened when her mentor up and left, which wasn’t something she felt easily. “Not everyone’s gonna think less of you just ‘cause you’re playin’ for another team now. Me and Mattie’ll always have your back. So you know.”

This was exactly what she knew would happen. Someone she’d been close with before she left would see her and come to confront her. The dhampir’s words hurt even if she didn’t intend for them to because Bea didn’t have a proper response to why she didn’t say anything to anyone back then. She’d been scared and that wasn’t something she was going to easily admit to anyone. It had been hard to leave certain people more than others, Maxine and her brother had been near the top of that list. Even if she claimed they would have had her back, four years ago she couldn’t take the chance of more rejection after how her parents had reacted.

“It’s not like I got traded to the New York Giants.” Joking to make the situation more lighthearted despite her guilt seemed like the only real option. “And I know you’ve always had a fondness for animals, but I needed some time to deal with things.” It was a terrible explanation, Bea knew that. Was there really any good way to explain why you completely cut off a friend and didn’t even try to get in touch with them before coming back to town. “I’m surprised you’re so cool with all of this.”

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jvnahss:

❛ | TRAITOR ]

❛ ┆ —— ‘ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴏ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ call this place home. myka bringing him to rainier had been a blessing in disguise has he hadn’t quite been sure what to do after being turned. this place had accepted him, had become somewhere that he didn’t constantly look over his shoulders in fear or paranoia. it was easy to be here and he couldn’t think of another place. the heightened senses, though, he’d never get used to that. even something as small as noticing a small object fall from someone’s pocket, just a few dollars, but he felt compelled to give it back on the basis of being a good person.

‘      hey, so i uh, you dro-      ’      he hated that he paused, stared as if he were looking at the devil in the flesh. everything he wanted to say died on his tongue, rotted and festered and decayed leaving a foul taste in his mouth.      ‘      you dropped this. here.      ’      he all but shoved the money at her, ready to walk away and act as if this never happened.

stunned. bea was simply stunned, frozen in place as she realized who the person tapping her shoulder had been. for a moment her brain stopped working so the money he tried to put in her hand fell to the floor. the next moment her brain was going a million miles a minute, trying to process how a man she knew to be dead could be standing in front of her. how could a man that she had killed be giving her back money she had dropped?

her thoughts raced from one idea to the next. jonah could be a ghost, a hallucination, a dream, or a nightmare... but he seemed so real. “jonah, you were-” she couldn't bring herself to say the word dead, besides he didn’t look it at all. she realized he was about to leave and finally she found it in herself to move, grabbing his arm and lightly tugging. “where are you going?” thoroughly surprised her hand didn’t pass right though him, she tightened her grip, testing that he really was solid.

[bea-malonewolf-blog]

Bea would have been lying if she said that walking downtown didn’t feel comfortable and warm, even after all the time that had passed. She’d arrived early, hoping to enjoy the familiarity of the place before many people were out and about. It would only be a matter of time until she ran into someone she knew and she was doubtful any interaction with someone from her past would be very friendly. If her wolf transformation four years ago hadn’t alienated her from all her old friends, the way she severed ties with anything Rainier related when she left for the mundane world would probably have done it. Coming back wasn’t her first choice, but she wasn’t sure where else to go so there she was; strolling down the sidewalk, pretending to talk on her phone so no one would bother her.

It didn’t last long, as someone tapped her shoulder, she held up a finger and pretended to end her imaginary phone call. Sticking the device into her pocket, Bea turned ad greeted them with a slightly disgruntled look. “Hey.”

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dances-like-wolves:

The night before was something of a haze. The last thing Leon really remembered before it all went black was something along the lines of not ‘going apeshit’ with the tequila, and then the wicked grin he couldn’t really stop if he wanted to. He had to assume he took this wordplay a bit further, as he was laying on the floor of Poise, surrounded by half-eaten bananas and the tattered remnants of a shirt laying on his chest.

The skinwalker let out a groan as he sat up, a bit confused from the tone of his voice. He heard someone approaching so he ran his fingers through his hair, noting it was a bit longer than normal, ans as he dropped his hand, he noticed the unfamiliar weight on his chest. “Oh, well of course this happened…” he moaned with a sigh

Bea had just arrived in town after spending the last four years in the mundane world. Everything had changed since then and though she doubted she had any friends left from before she was determined to make a full life for herself. She’d loved dance classes when she was younger so the draw of finding a new studio in her hometown was too much to resist.

She’d psyched herself up for a moment before she entered the studio with a wide grin plastered on her face. Completely unprepared for the sight of a mostly naked woman on the hardwood floor, Bea made a startled choking sound and took a step back. “S- sorry. I was just looking for-” she shook her head and tried to keep her gaze focused on the woman’s face, “It doesn’t matter. I’ll come back later.” Already turning towards the door, Bea didn’t do anything wrong but it felt like walking in made this somehow her fault.

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