Nic released an exasperated sigh, his digits flexing around the weapon in his back pocket as he assessed whether or not he would require it. “I don’t know” he murmured, adding emphasis to his words. “I’m not hearing a heartbeat.” He hesitated at the foot of the body before glancing towards his sister, “which means – you can call this in and we can get that damn drink now.”
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It annoyed Kiera, the idea of calling it in and leaving the scene to someone else but it might be the best move at the moment. She gives an annoyed sigh as she pulled out her cell, “Hey its Nichols, yeah we got a body in an alley between Canal and Porteous.” Hanging up the phone she looks to her brother with a shake of her head, “I’m sure the lady is very sorry her murder is inconvenient for you, Nicky. Get your panties out a knot, we can go when someone gets here.” Her attention shifts from her brother over to a dumpster and she walks away from him towards it. “You see this?” She asks pointing to a strange black blade among a pile of trash. “Might be our puff of smokes, its got some kind of strange carvings on it.”
Gabe was immediate to suspend his hands beside his frame, momentarily rooted to the spot as if to show Kiera that he wasn’t going to touch anything. “Sorry. Uh, I’ll just – get out of the way” he murmured as he attempted to take a few steps backwards, but just as he did had Kiera gotten closer to the body. He took a moment to attempt to concentrate, almost as if taking a mental step backwards within his mind, and allowing for his senses to do the work. “Aside from blood, I’m not getting any scent to follow.” His features scrunched up within thought, “or any familiar scent for that matter. Whatever the hell that was, couldn’t have been a vampire and the only thing I know of to be able to take off like that would be a witch, but – that doesn’t make sense.”
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Kiera took the moment to take a sniff of the air around them as well, “Its just...sulfur.” She mutters with a twist to her face at the scent, looking at the pavement she saw no trace of the man nor any chemical reaction to where the smoke might have come from. “As sketchy as the witches in this town have proved to be they usually don’t go around committing murder in the open and not face to face if they can help it.” After all if you had the power to kill someone from the comfort of your own home or across town from the victim you’d use it. “I’m gonna have to call it in, if you don’t want to have to be questioned you might want to leave.” She says as she starts combing through the alley for a purse or something that might belong to the victim.
An eyebrow slowly rose when the woman ordered him not to touch anything. Looking her over, an amused smirk played across his features as he saw her hand resting solidly on the butt of her gun. “You witness a creature dissipate into nothing but mere smoke and you believe that little toy of yours will make a difference?” Klaus questioned and chuckled lowly to himself. “An interesting choice. I can smell the wolf upon you and yet you resort to a human means of defense?” He questioned with mild curiosity as he rose from his squat.
“That was no witch… not unless magic has fundamentally evolved in the three years following my passing.” Klaus remarked. He had certainly never witnessed a spell such as that.
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Kiera gives a shrug of her shoulder, “I don’t know shit about that guy so for all I know he’s like anyone else and a bullet to the chest ain’t gonna feel all that great even if it doesn’t kill his ass.” She didn’t need the idiot to die, though if her bullets did prove useless perhaps her bite wouldn’t or worse case people don’t tend to do well with their throats ripped open. “I rather shoot first than shift in the middle of town.” While she might have been part of the crescent pack for some time now, she spent a great deal of her time away from them and had little reason to shift for protective purposes.
“I’m not keeping tabs on the witches but I feel like the pack would have heard something about that.” It would have caused a great power shift in the city yet again and it was the last thing anyone needed. “You’re the older than dirt one of us, shouldn’t you have a clue?” She asks as neared the woman and looked over her body, there wasn’t a great deal about her that stood out to the wolf. Pulling out a glove from her pocket she pulled it onto her hand and looked around the alley for a purse. “He wasn’t robbing her.” She mentions more so to herself as she stands up from the body and finds a now dirty bag in a puddle. Picking it up and carefully opening it with her gloved hand she pulls out an I.D, “This is weird.” She mutters looking at the issue and expiration dates, which didn’t seem to add up as it was issued to her two years from now.
Nic had been with Kiera as the rumble shook the ground beneath them and he followed her gaze out towards the water. “What the fu-” was all he managed through his confusion, but his train of thought was rapidly disrupted as he turned to address his sister just as she took off. He could only assume that she was running towards the scream that had echoed through the air between them, something of which he didn’t particularly want to do, but he wasn’t going to leave his sister. “Jesus Christ” he growled within his dismay, breaking into a sprint as he attempted to catch up with the woman and as he saw her, he protested “the hell you doin’ taking off?” However, as the words came out of his mouth, had he witnessed the disappearance of a man into a cloud of smoke and he instantaneously reached for the weapon he kept in his back pocket, “this is why we don’t follow screams into alleyways.”
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Kiera hadn’t thought twice about taking off, it was part of her job and her brother would either stay behind or follow, she’d handle herself if need be. Stalling to a halt she barely even took in the scolding from her brother when she watched the man vanish amongst black smoke. She could only wave off her brother’s words as she stared at the empty space the man was once in before her brain kicked back on and she ran over to the body of the woman. “This is the very reason I follow scream into alleyways.” She answers with a roll of her eyes, “Grow a pair and help me with her, maybe she’ll make it.”
Given the disruptions throughout the city, Gabe had been desperately searching for his sister, knowing that she had been close by as the commotion erupted. Having heard the scream and knowing that it was close by, he didn’t hesitate to follow the sound, but he hadn’t expected to find Kiera and a creature of sorts stood ahead of him. “Kiera?” he called, urging himself forwards as his gaze fell to the assumed injured on the ground. “Nope. Definitely not seeing stuff.”
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Hearing her name being called the wolf narrowed her eyes as she saw Gabe coming and part of her preferred to go full cop mode and push aside any personal feelings. “Don’t touch anything, I need to keep the scene integrity.” It seemed funny to say given she would likely be covering up the situation anyway. Walking up to the body she squats near her looking her over, there wasn’t any bite marks from what she could see just a faint blood trail at the corner of her lip. “What hell did he do to her?”
“Unfortunately, love, that was no trick of smoke and mirrors.” Klaus’ voice carried out before his figure emerged from a nearby alleyway. The hybrid was not one to cower away from anything, but there was merit in proceeding with caution that he sometimes remembered. The man had been behaving peculiarly. At first, he had almost dismissed it as a young vampire grabbing a snack to eat - one of Marcellus’ former men, were he to guess - but, as he watched them it had become clear that something was off.
The man’s disappearance in a tuft of black smoke had proven his thoughts correct. Narrowing his gaze, he looked around them as he walked over to the woman’s body and squatted down beside it. “What manner of creature was that, I wonder…?” He mused lightly,
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Kiera knew who the original Hybrid was well enough, perhaps if she hadn’t joined the the crescent pack before her marriage to Kevin that took her across the country, granted her only ever came back to the city when there were big events within the pack. After all she only joined because her brother did and she was willing to do anything to get away from her old alpha.
“Hey don’t touch anything.” Kiera tells the hybrid as she walked over with a hand on the butt of her gun looking around. “What kind of horse shit was that? Witch?” It was the only thing she could assume, since vampires didn’t seem to toss smoke bombs before running.
Kiera was walking down the street when there was a rumble of the whole city, now earthquakes weren’t something they were known for in these parts so she frowned deeply before she realized that there was a shift out on the water, trying to see out far enough to make out what at first she thought was a large boat that must have been lost she realized it was more like a piece of land. Hearing a scream in the distance the she-wolf took off in a run, turning a corner to find a woman on the ground and a man looking up at her before fading into black smoke. “What the holy fuck- am I seeing shit?”
[Kiera Nichols] is [36] years old [female] [pansexual] , [enhanced werewolf] who is working to [fix the dimensions] and is played by [Katheryn Winnick]. They are [confident] but also tend to be [irritable] but what people don’t know is [She is in town watching over the kid she put up for adoption years ago.] and they’ll do anything to keep anyone from finding out.
[former pack member of the Deep Water pack, current member of the Crescent pack. TVD verse]
Kiera is the twin sister to Nicholas Nichols, born and raised in Mississippi among the Deep Water pack. Kiera always felt a tad out of place in the swamps and wanted a way out even at the expense of seemingly leaving her family and pack behind. Her father was the alpha of the pack till he died under suspicious circumstances, it didn’t take long for another to want to take his place, Kiera just would have liked it better if he didn’t marry her mother as well. Her stepfather was a man that made her feel slimly and she hated when he was around, therefore she made very excuse to end up as far as possible from him.
It was how she ended up meeting and ending up in the arms of a wolf from another pack across the river. The crescent pack and her own had been at odds for generations over what just about any and every pack fought about, territory. Though she had thought her father was making moves to ease tensions before his death, that meant nothing when Clay took over things. Gabe was nothing but trouble in a number of ways for her but he was sweet and he seemed to really care about what she said and thought more so than how she looked. But they both had plans for their lives and worst of all it seemed Clay had plans his own. With her mother too old to give him any children of his own he set his sights on Kiera, willing to drop her mother and pick her up as a young bride. Kiera not one to be traded like cattle and certainly not interested in Clay getting within a foot of her hatched a plan with her mama to get her out of the area before Clay could do stop it.
There was no running off with Gabe to be had, his plans of joining the military one day were too important to him and Kiera wanted out of the bayous. She wanted to see the world, she found that escape with a human man name, Kevin Richards. He was a wealthy business consultant who was in New Orleans on business when they met. Keira rather young at the age of 17 and looking for her way out of the swamps her mother worked an angle as well as Kiera’s natural beauty and charm, he offered to move her out to his mountain home in Colorado when her 18th birthday hit.
The young woman ran with her mother’s pushing and blessing, hoping that she was getting far from Clay’s reach. When she got to Colorado things were wonderful at first, her husband got her brand new everything having her throw away the hand-me-downs, took her out on dates, paid for her schooling in criminal justice, even threw a fancy wedding party for them.
However once the honeymoon had ended so did the kindness within her husband. He became aggressive, possessive and violent, however she wasn't raised to be some dainty flower, at first the change in him shocked her. She hadn't expected it and hoped it wasn't a regular thing but once it became all too common she took matters into her own hands.
It was only a couple months into the marriage when she found out she was pregnant, something that was meant to be happy news only brought a sickness to her. Simply put she knew that it was Kevin’s child. Doing the math in her dead she could only believe it was Gabriel Kenner’s. Unsure she wanted to tell him and unsure what to do about it in general, when she finally told him about the baby, leaving out the detail of another man being the father, she got mixed messages about if he was happy or not about it. One moment she was the light of his life giving him a child, the next he accused her of it being another mans.
A drunken night out for her husband brought him home, handsy and unforgiving, no wasn't an answer he wanted to hear and he attacked nearly six month pregnant Kiera. Running from him into the kitchen she grabbed the knife from dinner and got into a struggle with him before she finally plunged the knife into him, 6 times.
The knowledge she picked up in school and even her connections within the local department helped her hide the crime. After all there were plenty of places to hide a body in the mountains. The happy picture her husband painted for everyone only helped her look like the sad wife who couldn't understand where her husband went to. She hid her pregnancy from her family and loved ones in New Orleans till finally giving birth and seeing the baby up for adoption. Knowing full well she was in no state to take on a child, let alone allow herself the risk of holding who and what their father was against them.
Rumors of dangerous business associates getting to him spread and she played the long game of being the distraught wife till she was able to legally have him declared dead to rid herself of him completely. She stayed in Colorado for years joining the force officially and raising up the ranks, only going home to New Orleans for her brother’s wedding and the birth of a few of their children being the fun aunt who brought gifts bought with the money she got from her husband’s death.
She finally made the move to New Orleans because she used her connections through work to locate the baby she had given up 18 years ago. She doesn’t want to turn anyone’s life upside down but she did have a curious itch that needed to be scratched.
Wyatt stumbled backwards unsteadily as Kiera displayed yellow eyes as a warning. He had been caught out by the strike of a werewolf before and he didn’t intend to repeat that. He began to retreat as instructed, but as he turned towards the beast his features twisted within anguish as the reality of the situation soon began to stir within him, “my family” he began, his words a whisper more so for himself than anyone else. “I – I can’t just leave them.”
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Kiera was caught between watching the kid and watching the unmoving beast on the shore before she laughs, “What you think they want you to run on up and get yourself eaten too?” She asks with a raised brow, “Or do you have some other clever plan on how to help?” Personally she’d like to be able to rip into the thing but she was a realist. “Blow the damn thing open.” She suggests, though extreme was usually her go to.
Never had Felix really gotten the chance to intermingle with some of the non-Faye creatures that inhabited Avalon, so when the invitation from the Mermaids came, he had jumped on it almost immediately. The party was exhilarating despite the awkwardly forced interactions between the Lights and the Darks in the name of having even a remotely good time.
When the deep sea creature made its move, Felix had been busy stirring up some trouble between a group of young Faye women and some would-be mortal flirts. The next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground with a throbbing headache and debris all around him. The entire atmosphere had shifted and was choking in its chaotic energies, but as much as he wanted to revel in the madness the scene playing out around him was clear that this was a bad thing.
Nearby party gazebos and the surrounding border of trees were toppling sporadically, but as Felix noticed one about to topple onto an unconscious (or were they already gone?) gentleman he lashed out with an almost whip-like blast of shadows to knock it aside - wispy wings unfurling form his back as he ran his tongue over the rows of sharp teeth in his mouth. What the hell was that?! He questioned to himself while grabbing the nearest stable object to lean against, catching his breath.
The sound of someone else stirring nearby caught his attention. “Hey,” He called out as he turned to towards the sound and drew his shift back in. “Are you hurt?”
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Kiera wasn’t a dainty woman, she would call herself pretty sturdy but god helps anyone else who would use such a word to describe her. But when the creature beached itself on the shore and took a mouthful, a giant mouthful she had to remind herself of the people on the beach she was caught somewhere in between. Not close enough to be swallowed but close enough that the impact had knocked her back and she slammed through a table and into the tent of another family. She groaned as she held onto her knee knowing it wasn’t in the right place, when you break your bones nearly monthly you get a good sense of where things are supposed to go and how they moved. “My god damn knee.” She hiss through the pain and looks back at the male, “I need you to grab my leg and pull it straight.” She instructs the other before taking a deep breath, “Or if you’re gonna puss out, I need you to find someone who won’t.”
Everything had happened so incredibly fast that Klaus had barely enough time to realize what was going on before it was too late to lift a finger in defiance. Or perhaps he had been too preoccupied with this little ‘get-together’ arranged by actual mermaids to even pay attention to his surroundings. He should have expected trouble. He should have been more like himself.
As he climbed to his feet from the ground across which he had been tossed from the whale’s impact, a quick roll of his shoulders worked out any of his misplaced bones - a heavy snarl biting through the pain of them resetting so they could patch themselves back up. In a blur, the hybrid tore across the sandy beach, kicking up sand behind him as he looked around with wide eyes. Where were they? Another scan of the area. Where were they?!
“Hope?!” His daughter’s name roared forth, drenched in both fury and anxiety. “Camille?!” A second name and another scan of the beach revealed neither of the women responding or making their way towards him. “Hayley?!” A third attempt ending in the same result and the hybrid finally just let out a piercing roar at the massive creature shored up several hundreds of yards away from him. “Return them!!”
A groan nearby gradually drew his attention and with a serious huff he drew his rage back in to the best of his current ability and closed the distance to the woman. His eyes trailed the sharp splinter of wood wedged into her abdomen from a broken table. “This is going to hurt… but you need to drink the moment it does.” He ordered. Lifting his hand to his mouth, he extended his fangs once more and pierced his palm. At the same time, he tore the wood from the woman’s abdomen and placed his bleeding palm to her screaming lips. “Drink. Now! or you’ll bleed out.” He stated sharply and let the woman drink deep for a couple of seconds so the wound could heal.
Did he care about the woman’s life? No - but it was what should be done. It is what he would do if any of the three women he had called out for were there - maybe not at first, but their presence would’ve eventually forced him to cave and play ‘hero’ if only for a moment. “Stay alive for twenty-four hours, lest you’ll find yourself worse off than you were.” He remarked and rose back to his feet, looking around frantically. There were so many dead and injured. Was his Sister even okay? Her children!?
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Kiera held her head waiting for it to heal as the hybrid screamed like a toddler who had his favorite three toys taken from him, “Jesus guy, I highly doubt that is going to cause the fucking thing to spit up your three chosen loved ones.” She mutters tilting her head to crack her neck as the wound on her head closed up thanks to her enhanced wolf nature. “Maybe you should grab up one of those Faye fucks and toss them in as a trade.” She offers sarcastically but pauses thinking about it herself, her brother was in there and her niece. Any plan was better than no plan.
Getting to her feet she felt a little woozy but swallowed it down and looked around them, “So much for the beach party.” Blinking a few times she gained her composure before walking towards the smelly beast, “Well, come on Hybrid. Gonna put those fangs and claws to work or just gonna keep barking at it?” She asks from over her shoulder.
The mass panic amongst those left upon the island had triggered a surge of sorts as individuals attempted to make their escapes from the beast. Amid the panic, Wyatt had been knocked to the sand but appeared otherwise unscathed as he waited for the crowds to disperse. “Wait, wait” he pleaded as he clambered to his feet, his palm extended out in front of him in attempts of shielding another, who too had been knocked to the ground, as Wyatt attempted to protect them from the frantic crowds, “are you hurt?”
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When the panic broke out Kiera was looking for her family, her brother, his wife and their kids when some ass hat knocked her to the ground. Getting her hair out of her face she found a thin pasty boy standing over her as if to defend her from being trampled. Her eyes glowed yellow before she pushed herself to her feet and let out a growl shoving a body hard away from her and giving the two some space. “What are you? Stupid? Get the hell out of here kid before someone stomps you into the ground.”
Nic’s expression harboured a look of seriousness for a moment as Kiera explained her reasons behind leaving the Bayou and with a soft shake of his head, he retorted “hey, I know, you haven’t got to explain yourself, Kiera. Besides, you think we’d let you off the hook that easily?” The blonde playfully knocked his shoulder against his sisters with a soft chuckle, “you didn’t just come back for me though, right?” there was a guiltiness etched into his tone, fearing that alongside his wife and their children, Kiera’s was yet another life that the end of his had derailed. “You’ve got your life to live, I hate the thought that i’m keeping you from that.” Nic rose his digits to push backwards through his unkempt locks, clearing his throat as the conversation took a lighter turn and he chuckled within response, “well, I guess my little sister hogged all of the asshole gene. I got the scraps of what was left.” A joke, of course.
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Kiera lets out a scoff shaking her head, “That pack is like the neediest of course not.” She was happy to deflect giving a full confession on why she hadn’t come home to stay. “What you think you’re so special? I had plenty of reason to go back to New Orleans, might as well spread my wealth to people who could really use it.” Her wealth was more so her dead husbands but given she figured he owed her plenty more than the large ass bank account she got in his death she was gonna claim it. “You’re my brother, you’re not keeping me from living my life, you’re just constantly kicking open my bedroom door and then just standing there before knocking some shit over and leaving again. With the door left wide open.” A common practice she assumed all siblings had, followed by her chasing him through the house. though now it was less literal than that. “World couldn’t risk me looking this great and being a soft bitch. Firstborns are like the first pancake of the batch, usually just thrown in the bin to make room for the perfectly made ones.” She says with a shrug keeping a poker face for whether or not she was teasing him. “I mean that’s what it was like with Max and Mac right?”
Kiera turning around with a smirk on her face, "Wrong Nichols, or right depending on how much trouble you're looking for." She taunted the alpha, "I already warned my brother, one more fuck up and you're no longer off limits."
At this stage in her life, Alina really had little cause for self-preservation. Maybe she should have had more, but very little surprised or shocked her any more. Of course, a whole town’s worth of people crawling out of the dirt like ants had been something new, and it intrigued Alina. She was old enough to remember the other species, though hadn’t had much to do with them in the years since the faye had created their safe space.
So maybe she’d just forgotten to be wary of them, forgotten that they could be dangerous. Or maybe she just didn’t care. Because when a growl was shot her way, the other woman’s eyes flashing, Alina could only grin. “Oh, now that’s hot. Do it again.”
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Kiera was still on edge being in a new place, surrounded by strangers and when Kiera felt uncomfortable she reacted in her most comfortable state, aggression. The reaction from the blonde that ventured too close caught the she-wolf off guard and she raised a brow over one of her golden hues that faded to its usual blue. “The growl or the eyes? Because I don’t make any noise that isn’t well deserved.”
“I appreciate you coming back, Kiera. I know that you wanted out of this shit, but you coming back, it means a lot.” Nic knew that he had to chose his next words carefully as already he had exposed to much emotion in front of his sister and she was either going to punch him or just send him back to the grave again. “Its alright, you’re already doing a better job than me” he mused, his tone light-hearted despite the deflation within his features. “Just don’t die and you’re golden.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at her words, there was something oddly satisfying that came from conversations with Kiera. He appreciated her, more so than she knew and more so than she would allow him to admit. “You’re a weird chick, you know that?” He teased as he wrapped an arm around his sisters shoulder.
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Kiera rolled her shoulders at her brother, “I wanted out the mud our pack grew complacent in, not out of the pack itself.” She explained wanting it known that it was never them she was ashamed of, just what they were willing to live like in the name of not gaining anymore trouble with the vampires or witches. “Me and Death have an agreement, I’m not going anywhere.” She teases with a cocky smile, while she had her rough exterior, having her brother back in her life meant more than she ever willing to say out loud. It was just something he had to assume or just know and given her nature she wasn’t surprised if he did know. “I’m a product of my upbringing, what’s your fucking excuse?”
“Noted” he mused with a raising of his brow, a fleeting breath soon fleeing his lungs as he felt his sister’s grip around him beginning to tighten, but he was grateful for the sensation nevertheless. “No. It wasn’t your responsibility.” Nic gradually began to retract from the other’s possessive embrace, his steel hues finding his sisters own as he fought to reassure her there wasn’t anything that anyone could have done to have altered the outcome. A chuckle interrupted the air between them and Nic taunted, “what do you mean becoming? I thought you already were the damn man of the house.” A jest of course, but it was common knowledge that Kiera was the one in the family to fear. The blonde playfully suspended his hands out towards his sides, exposing his palms as he murmured, “yeah yeah, I get it, daddy.”
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She frowns at her brother, “We’re family, that makes it my responsibly as much as anyone’s.” Younger, older, she didn’t give a shit, Nic was always there for her and she would be as well, she only felt like shit that Kevin took her away from her family as long as he did, even from the grave. She offers him a shrug, “I didn’t want to kick you when you were already down by pointing that out.” She mumbles giving him a smirk from the corner of her mouth, “Ah see, could totally see why guys get hard about that.”
