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@colten-erickson

Colten Erickson, but call me Cole. 29 years young. Original Vampire-Werewolf.

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“sounds perfect.” delilah grinned once more before turning her back to the other. “a little help please? i need you to zip it up.” the girl moved her hair to the side of her shoulders, looking backwards at the other while waiting.”

Colt’s eyes traveled over the female in the dress, following her curves as she turned around for him. He gave a smirk to her as she glanced over at him in waiting. “I’m a little more skilled in unzipping.” He took a step, grabbing the small silver zipper and pulling it up slowly. Once he finished, Colten slid his hand back down her back, following the path the zipper just went in. “There ya are, love.”

buffycooper

She smiled widely looking at him a smile resembling of what a kid would smile. She liked hearing those words from him and she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her feel all giddy inside although she knew she could never act upon her feelings. That’s the thing about there relationship from Buffy’s point she idolized Colten. She was scared to do anything even have sex if it meant that after they did he’d be done with her. She was supposed to be some type of challenge for him and that’s what she thought attracted him to her. She was scared that if they lost that element of challenge then there’d be nothing and she’d be like all of the other girls who’d fallen for the hybrid. “I drive you wild. That’s a big statement. Good wild? Bad wild? Scary wild?” She asked leaning closely to his ear so he’d be able to hear her through the hundreds of voices in the bar. She scooted the stool over so she was closer to them and they were soon seat to seat whispering in each other’s ears as Buffy occasionally broke into laughter. She wondered what it looked like to the average person, what they looked like probably a couple on a night out. She was about to order when it looked like Colten had ordered for her. Looking up at him she raised her eyebrows. “Vodka? Are we starting off this strong?” She asked feeling his hand move from her back and to the counter, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss the warmth of his touch even though he was dead he still felt like fire to her.

Buffy’s big grin reminded Colten of a young child on Christmas, as if his words were exactly what she had asked Santa for that year. He wondered how the female would react to knowing the true effect she held over the hybrid’s body and mind. Colt never thought on what would happen if he ever got what he wanted, had Buffy for just one night. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, a small voice almost told him that the one night wouldn’t be enough now. That was the voice Colten often ignored; he had always been the type to make spur of the moment decisions. His eyes slid over the redhead as she scooted the stool over, their legs basically touching once she settled back into her position near his ear. The Claw wasn’t the ideal place for talking, which Colten was somewhat grateful for. He could flirt and bullshit his way through a conversation, but he definitely preferred silence. “I wasn’t aware of there was different types of bad.” He answered, shrugging a shoulder. “I’d say bad wild since there’s no good in me.” Colt grinned, turning his eyes onto the bartender as she placed the two shot glasses down. Grabbing them, he offered her one of the shots and gave a small smirk. “Oh, sorry. This is the start for me. You can have something weaker if you need to.” He said the words in a sort of challenging tone, as if he was telling her she wouldn’t be able to keep up with him.

nicoletterothschild

She let out a little chuckle before shaking her head. “Not really-originally from Atlanta,” Nicolette answered, taking a deep swig of her drink. “I wanted to move down here, start over, find something….I don’t know, fun and entertaining about my life and forget my old one.”

“Atlanta, huh? Pretty nice city.” Colten said, bringing his glass to his lips to swallow more of the alcohol. “Lucky for you, New Orleans is full of entertainment, fun, and ways to forget your old life.” He gave the female a grin, moving his eyes over the brunette.

“i’m in. if i get to spend the whole party with you, that is.” delilah’s smile transformed into a grin as she was putting on her dress. “you are the one who invited me, right?”

“You can spend the entire party on my arm, promise.” Colt informed her, forming another dazzling grin across his face. He was tempted to help the woman pull the dress on, but knew his expert hands were better at taking them off rather than putting them on. “I am. You ready to go? They are waiting for the host afterall.”

buffycooper

Every time Colten grinned at her she felt her lips automatically curve into a small smile or grin to match his. She didn’t understand the effect he had on her and hoped it was because of some supernatural bullshit. She liked to say they had a connection but felt as if she was some girl thinking about something he didn’t even think about. For Colten it was just sex-well that’s what she believes she thinks that Colten is all about sex and thats it. Buffy would totally jumped at the chance to be with him like that, god if he only knew the thinks she thought about but part of her knew after it happened that’d be it. The only reason they have a friendship is because of Buffy’s quick denial of him and that’s the only reason he is around she thought. She’d be lying if she said he didn’t make chills down the back of her neck and make goosebumps form. Looking up at him she used her free hand to gentle tug his shirt in her hand. “What did I say? Stop with the sexual tension, Cole,” She said smirking back lightly, Buffy was never afraid to state the obvious. The banshee was as blunt as they came in fact and she knew he liked it. She held on tightly as Cole guided her through the crowd of The Claw, music playing loudly in her ears she wondered if it was worse for him-the super hearing. The two couples caught her eye and she watched awaiting for Colten to compel them to leave but smiled softly when he didn’t. She looked at him knowing he didn’t see her looking at him as she was behind him but gently and comfortably rubbed her thumb lightly across his hand that she held. As his hand left hers a tiny frown appeared but soon disappeared when it went on to her back any form of physical contact from him was okay by her. She smiled still dressed in her not bar type clothing-buffy’s wardrobe looked like a kindergarten teachers wardrobe and that’s on a good day. “Well if the earth as a plague i’m sure to be the first to go, I’ve always had a crappy immune system. Who’d be left to annoy you and tease you and drive you insane?” She asked softly taking a seat on a stool still feeling his hand near her back and liked it there. She looked across at the bartender who seemed to have an eye on buffy and smirked softly at her.

Her small hand grabbing his shirt made the male’s eyes glance at the material clasped in the porcelain palm. He suddenly wished the redhead would pull the shirt over his head, her hands unbuttoning and removing every piece of clothing. Colten’s green gaze settled onto her face, seeing her smirk that mirrored his own. “I can’t help myself. You just drive me wild.” He teased her, his words holding some truth to them. Colt was attracted to Buffy at first to get the girl into bed, just like many of the girls he found pretty. However, after some time, the Original actually liked the female. Though, he would never admit that to anyone. Colten wasn’t one for feelings; he thought they only complicated life. Keeping his hand placed on her back, Colt wondered if people saw them as the good girl with the bad boy. It was what their images appeared to be, her in the colorful and loose clothing with him in the jeans and black leather jacket. He guided her onto a bar stool, leaning in close to talk to her over the loud music. “I wouldn’t let you die. I’d be way too bored without you around.” Colten looked over at the bartender as the female walked over, giving a small grin to her. “Can I have two shots of vodka, please?” He asked, moving his gaze back onto Buffy. He remembered his hand still on her back and removed it, bringing his hand to rest on the counter top.

“i’m not saying i would say no to that, you know… – i just need a little more convincing.”

colten-erickson

Colten raised an eyebrow, forming his mouth in a charming grin. “It’s an invitation to a party. I’m not selling candles here. You shouldn’t need more convincing than “free alcohol” and “dancing”.”

buffycoope

She found him incredibly annoying as a matter of a fact but also smiled up at his grin and shock her head. It seemed as if he already knew and now knew everything about Buffy pretty much which terrified her and made her feel excited at the same time. She liked having a person who knew all about her even if he also probably knew all about a million other girls. She tried not to think about things like this that even though he was such a big person in her life she was just another girl walking past his life. “Oh really, Colten?” She asked teasing him back lightly never had she called him Colten only Cole. She looked at him her facial expressions mirroring his. “Are we gonna talk about it? Do you wanna see me scream?” She asked feeling confident enough to brag to him. She smiled softly to herself when he took her hand and they walked out. They did look like an average couple but were very far from it. Colten was immortal and there basically was no hope for them. She still held his hand as if it was guiding her somewhere magical. He did however guide her through the crowds as she walked down. She looked up at him hearing his voice and tried to remember the last time she got drunk. “Um….like how drunk are we talking? I was drunk at my moms wedding that was three years ago.” She said look up at him and nodded.

The hybrid grinned at her using his full name, loving how the redhead always bantered back and forth with him. It was Buffy wasn’t scared of pushing him too far with a comment or worried about what she said; most people walked on eggshells around Colten, as if one wrong word would bring out the beast within him. Colt couldn’t stop the smirk that came onto his face at her question. “I’d like to see you scream.” He said, leaning closer to her ear to say the next words in a whisper. “’Course making you scream is better.” Colten pulled away and kept walking as if everything was normal with a grin over his face, knowing his words would have some reaction from Buffy. He really did enjoy teasing her. Although, it wasn’t like the male hadn’t thought of her screaming once he leaned what she was...or even after he knew. She was an attractive woman, and Colten always had a thing for redheads. “3 years ago? Do you even have fun?” The hybrid questioned her, shaking his head at her answer. As The Claw came into view, Colten kept his grip on her hand firm yet gentle, weaving through the bodies and keeping her near him. “It’s like these people multiplied overnight.” He mumbled, knowing the visitors were mostly there for Madi Gras. Coming to a standstill, two couples were pressed up against either side of the doorframe to the entrance of the bar. Colten seriously considered using compulsion to get rid of the humans, but he thought of what Buffy had said earlier. With a sigh, he guided his hand out of hers and onto the small of her back to led her through the small area between the people. “The earth needs another plague.” He said with a somewhat pissy tone as they approached the stools in front of the bar’s counter. “And I need shots.”

nicoletterothschild

“No problem,” she admitted. “Though you could say that I’m drinking my past away…the one where I was locked up in a crazy house for nearly a hundred years.” she mumbled the last part as she drained her drink. She was trying to keep that a secret, but it was the only thing she could drink away. Nicolette prayed he didn’t hear that part, but that part of her past was the only thing she was honestly embarrassed out. “You don’t think I’m crazy, do you?”

Colt heard the low mumble from the female, his hearing catching every word as if she spoke it clearly, a perk from being a hybrid and an Original at that. “Locked in a crazy house, for a hundred years?” The male repeated with wonder, knowing the female was a hybrid like him. He pondered on how the female got locked up, why she didn’t escape, and what fool would lock a hybrid in a cracy house. However, he didn’t voice any of those thoughts; he could tell the female seemed to not want to speak on the subject as she had spoken the words so quietly. “You don’t seem crazy to me. Then again, we just met, love.” He reached for his glass of alcohol, swallowing most of the contents in one gulp. “Are you from around here?”

exstinctus

″Human meat, obviously.″ Dominique kept a straight face and an even tone, but it didn’t take long before he started smiling again. ″Nah, we have pork, beef, chicken. We went all out. Burgers, hot dogs, Simon’s got ribs and chickens on the other grill. If the public doesn’t eat them then we sure as hell will.″ He got a cookie from the counter before dropping some money off in a little donation case. ″I mean, in moderation, of course. The Fire Department doesn’t just sit around and get fat… We still got to help people out, you know?″

Colt chuckled at the male, pretending as if he was disappointed. “Damn, I was really hoping there were some fellow cannibals among me.” He joked, cracking a smile to mirror the stranger. It was easy for Colten to blend in with humans, easy to get them to like him. “Got any ribeyes? I’m a sucker for a juicy ribeye sandwich.” He stated, his eyes roaming back over the rows of desserts. Hearing the comment about the Fire Department, his eyes came back up to the man with interest. “Firefighter, huh? That’s pretty cool. I always said I’d be one growing up. But I ended up not going through with it, family issues.” The lies came from him so smoothly; it was sometimes hard for Colten to distinguish the truth from the lies. “Anyways, if you guys have ribeyes, I’ll take that and a couple of those brownies. I’ll pretend today’s my cheat day.” He said, smiling and taking out his wallet to grab a 20 before placing it in the donation case.

buffycooper

She found herself being a whole other person around Colten which scared her because she didn’t know what this person was capable of. She found moments with Colten where she wanted to slap him for all the cruel and disgusting things that came out his mouth but also wanted to tear off his shirt and see what was underneath-which really conflicted the Banshee. She wondered if Colten had figured out what she was yet. “Did you figure it out? What I am?” She asked softly looking up at the much taller male. She chuckled looking at him before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, Cole.” She replied before smirking up at him for the judgy comment them the monster one. She followed behind before glancing at his hand wondering if hand holding was to childish for the thousand year old man. Yet, her hand seemed to yearn for some type of comfort so she walked beside him the backs of their hands touching. “Yeah. The claw is fine.”

“Incredibly annoying?” He answered with a serious face before cracking a grin, knowing that was not what Buffy was asking him. “Don’t you know that I know all, Elizabeth?” Colten used her real name, a rare thing for him as he knew she preferred the nickname. However, he was trying to prove the point. The hybrid did manage to figure out the female was a Banshee, through various compulsions and overheard conversations. There wasn’t much Colten didn’t know as the immortal liked having all the information he could gather. Perhaps him learning what she was made the male initially curious about the redhead. Her sorry caused his shoulders to raise and fall, feeling unusual about being apologized to. That wasn’t something that happened everyday to him. As they watched, Colten felt the back of their hands touching and wondered if the female was hinting at wanting to hold his hand. Grabbing her hand in his, Colten led the way out of her work place and onto the busy street. To any human eyes, the two looked like a normal couple; perhaps slightly more attractive than the normal couple though. Navigating through the crowd, Colten felt burn of his hunger start to form in his throat again. “When’s the last time you got drunk?” He asked her, trying to distract himself from focusing on the hearts beating around him.

#c: buffy #bc i like this gif of them (:

mirazhao

A grin appeared on her lips. “When you decide to go there again and need some company, you know who to call.” Mira playfully winked at the older hybrid, a smirk appearing on her lips. Although she doubted she could easily leave Elijah behind, as long as she would keep in touch with him just like they had done before, then she’d be okay, she’d be alright. A faux hurt scoff escaped her lips. “And here I thought I could trust you to show me a good snack.” Mira teased, shaking her head as a couple of tsk’s escaped her lips, a devious look in her eyes. When the hybrid heard Colten’s approval of her choice, she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip in anticipation. The girls looked delicious and she couldn’t want to taste the metallic liquid inside of their veins. However, when the older male took her hand, it took her by surprise and Mira could swear that, if she had a heart, it would’ve skipped a beat — had it been anyone else but someone that she knew well enough, she would’ve broken his hand and kicked his ass. Even then, she could feel herself freeze in place for a second, trying to get used to the feeling before she realized that she had a role to play. Staying by Colten’s side, Mira eyed the girl’s with a lustful stare — at least to them, it would look like so. All she wanted, however, was what they had in their veins, the jugular throbbing and Mira’s ears concentrating on that beating alone for a second. Playing her role as a girlfriend, she rested her head on Colten’s shoulder, looking at the girl’s with an innocence it could only be faked. “Two of the most beautiful girls I’ve seen.” The girl commented, with a grin on her lips. “We were both wondering if you’d like to join us. You would, wouldn’t you?” The hybrid said, making sure her eyes made contact with one of the girl’s, hoping she had chosen correctly.

Colt’s eyes looked through the corner to see his friend place her small head on his shoulder, appearing as if the two were inseparable. The hybrid liked having the contact with her, always finding his old friend attractive but nothing more had ever came between them. Knowing the role needed to played, Colt held a hand out for the girl closest to the end. With Mira’s eyes focused on the other, Colten kept the charming grin over his face and his gaze engulfing the human. “Say yes. Take my hand and let’s leave. You want to have fun, don’t you?” The reaction was immediate from the dark-haired woman, taking his hand and them both saying yes to each question. The other girl followed behind her friend, the two looking happy and sorta nervous. Colten loved the anxious vibes from them, wishing he could read the thoughts the two were having about him and Mira. “Well, let’s all go back to my place. Doesn’t that sound lovely, girls?” The humans were already under their influence, so Colt knew their answers were going to be yes. But, the question was mainly for Mira as he cracked another smile. “Haven’t you missed this?” He asked in a lower tone, guiding Mira with their joined hands towards the exit with the two girls following them like lost puppies.

retrogressed

With their immortality, Jenny couldn’t imagine a person like them surviving without breaking the law. Even if Jenny preferred being a law abiding ‘citizen’ of the United States, she had done pretty terrible things. ❝And then what, let you talk me into doing something I’ll regret? You sound like the millennials I work with. I may look young enough but I have no excuse to act the way they do…Especially when I have to drink what I have to drink…❞ The half-witch got up from her stool and glanced at the door. ❝Out of curiosity, you’ve heard about Cleaver & Co. right?❞

Colten faked a frown at her words, as if her statement had bothered the Original. “Whoa, a vampire that hates her existence and wishes she was different. Why is it I always run into the whiners?” He rolled his eyes, watching her stand up. He was tempted to compel the woman back into her seat, but decided against it. Something about being back in the place he grew up, though it looked very different, made the male’s wild side slightly more calm than normal. “What does that bank blood have to do with me?” Colt questioned her, wondering why she had mentioned it.

mirazhao

A smirk appeared on Mira’s lips. “Plus, Italians are quite nice.” It had been obvious Mira had been talking taste-wise as she couldn’t care less whether or not a human was nice as long as they tasted good. Pressing her lips together, the hybrid then shrugged. “Maybe I ought to go there another time, try another season.” The girl mused, seriously debating going back to the land down under should New Orleans give everything it has to give any time soon. Tilting her head, matching the wicked look on Colten’s face, the brunette smirked. “I did, forever ago. I hope they haven’t changed much, now you got me thirsty for some.” Mira joked, shaking her head. When she heard the older hybrid pointing out two girls, Mira’s eyes followed his and spotted the two he was talking about, a victorious smirk gracing her lips. Then, she looked up at the man. “Yeah. They to your taste or have you grown picky?” The girl playfully teased.

Colt chuckled a bit at his friend, forgetting how much of a delight she was. “I won’t disagree. I always enjoy my time in Italy.” The man hummed, suddenly longing for the taste. He felt his massive shoulders shrug, tilting his head to the side. “Perhaps you should.” Colten merely said. He straightened his head, his green gaze stayin on Mira. “Maybe we’ll be lucky, have one show up in the city. I can’t say I would share if I find them first though.” Colten teased. He glanced over the two friends, listening in on their conversation about some drama about a guy one girl had met last night. Oh, humans and their little problems. “Oh, they are perfect.” He grinned mischievously, taking her hand in his and strolling over to the girls. The couple trap was the easiest catch for public places, where the two pretended to be a couple taking interest in adding whatever target/s into their bedroom fun. “Excuse me, girls, I hate to interrupt but you see, my girl here hasn’t been able to take her eyes off you since you came in. You are both very beautiful.” Colten knew his eyes on them was having an effect, giving them a dazzling grin. “Aren’t they, love?”

buffycooper

“I said green looks better on you not red,” She said softly hoping he’d be able to decode that message. She liked him just like this, even when he was annoying and perverted she liked it better than the Colten that’s killed thousands of people. “I’ll get hungry on the way, shut up,” She said playfully shoving him lightly and looked up at the taller male. She couldn’t help but move her eyes down wards to look at the sight of his flexed muscles when he stretched. “Whoa,” She muttered quietly enough for him not to hear but probably pick up with his supernatural hearing. She coughed looking back up at him when she heard his voice. “Uh…sure, I guess,” She shrugged then looked up at him. “Aren’t you forgetting something? We don’t dine and dash here, Colt and you can’t compel yourself or of paying either.” She said judgy and smug hazel eyes staring at his green ones.

Rather than make a snide comment on the red eyes being who he was, Colten sighed and dropped the topic completely. He could have easily lost his temper, in honesty he would have with anyone else. Yet, the male found himself not wanting to snap at the redhead before him. The shove from her didn’t move the hybrid once centimeter, but a grin fell across Colten’s face. “Whatever you say, Buffy.” Colt felt her eyes wander over him, hearing her soft ‘whoa’ and stopping himself from smirking at the obvious way she checked him out. Not like the male minded her eyes on him. Hearing her speak, Colten was already reaching for his wallet from his back pocket. “Wow, Miss Judgy here. I wasn’t gonna leave without paying. What kind of monster do you think I am?” He teasingly asked, pulling a bill from the wallet and placing it on the table. He hadn’t bothered looking to see what it was, knowing the only bills in his wallet were hundreds. “Alright, let’s go.” Colt started walking towards the door, glancing back to see if Buffy was following him. “I’m assuming The Claw is an acceptable place to get wasted?”

nicoletterothschild

“It does,” she admitted with a chuckle, downing her drink and motioned for another one. “But I keep getting over it and a couple of days later, I’ll be back drinking again.” At the mention of the of the mind-altering substances, she paused, the glass stopping near her lips as if she could imagine what kind of substances that could really alter the minds of people. “And I find that alcohol can make you forget your problems..like I’m doing right now.”

Colten lifted the whiskey glass to his lips, downing a drink of the alcohol without hesitation. The burn was barely noticeable in his throat, a side effect Colt loved about being supernatural. He could drink all day and only come out with a buzz at best. He watched her movements still as if the woman was pondering on something. “There are lots of ways to forget a problem, love.” He pointed out, finishing the rest of his whiskey before speaking again. “Distracting yourself from it, taking care of it, partying until it goes away, but drinking does work. What problem are you drinking to forget?”

mirazhao

“Carnival in Venice is pretty cool, though. Lots of people. Lots of food.” Although it was definitely an ambiguous word, specially considering who said it, Mira truly had meant it in both ways, too. Humans and vampires alike had loads to eat during those festive hours. “Yeah, the land down under. Far too hot. I’ve had a few that weren’t that tasty. Quite salty, actually. Not my favorite.” Mira spoke casually, as if they were discussing the whether. And truly, for their kind (and half of what they are), it was just as normal as that. Shrugging her shoulders at his question, the brunette let her eyes study the pinball machine as she thought about what she was going to say, only for a second. Then, her attention was back on the other hybrid. “Can’t complain.” Was all she could say without feeling like she was lying to a friend. A small smirk appeared on her lips at his offer before she looked around. “Good, I’m parched. I saw a couple of friends in a both somewhere. They looked like a good snack.” Mira spoke as she tried to spot the two girls.

Colten grinned at his old friend, the mention of the carnival reminding him of their times together. The fun the two had in Milan was some of Colten’s favorite memories. “Oh, I am sure the food was delicious. Nothing like fried carnival food.” He mused with a teasing smile. “I’ve only visited the country a few times. Maybe the times I went they were in better season.” Colt spoke as if people were a type of produce, ripe at only a particular time. “Have you had a chance to visit Canada yet? Such a sweet country.” The wicked expression over his face told the story his words didn’t. Colten’s eyes drifted around the dinner, looking for the friends Mira had mentioned. Noticing two dark haired girls in the big corner booth of the dinner, he pointed them out to her. “Those two, Mi?” He asked, bringing back the usage of an old nickname he called her.

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