ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ /ᴏᴠᴇʀ

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leviriley​:

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levi did what he could to survey his surroundings, get a lay of the land.  if this was the preserve, he didn’t see anywhere that a pack of werewolves might lived.  he understood not advertising it, but come on.  how was a guy supposed to find his way around town?  he tilted his head when the other spoke, eyes going wide in wonder.  “whoa.  really?”  if werewolves existed, and apparently so did vampires, he saw no reason area 51 wouldn’t be real.  is that what they hid there?  but something about that sounded familiar.  “wait, isn’t that a movie?”  levi rubbed the back of his neck.  was he lost?  “no?  i don’t think so.  i just got here, so … okay, maybe.”

Arms crossed over his chest, he studied the dude for a few long moments. He didn’t look like any sort of threat but, that hardly meant much considering some of the people he’d come across. A little scatter brained maybe, not too sharp a blade. “Well, was Beacon Hills your end goal? Because I gotta say you picked a hell of a spot to vacation.” If he was human, it meant a whole lot bigger chance he’d end up vamp juice or demon chow. Supernatural...he’d just chained himself in. “Where were you tryna find. Maybe I can point you.”

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stratcsphere​:

alek  had  been  refilling  containers  of  the  popular  teas  in  front  of  the  store.  those  were  the  usual  orders:  raspberry,  lemon,  pumpkin,  caramel  and  the  likes.  it’s  not  busy  with  a  few  customers  here  and  there  AND  YET  alek  finds  himself  being  confronted  for  the  lack  of  a  better  term  by  an  unfamiliar  figure.  his  eyebrows  raise.  “depends  on  what  whole  lot  you  wish  to  know.”  alek  answers  which  shocks  even  him.  “what  do  you  wish  to  know  exactly?”  there  are  a  few  who  might  know  the  truth.

“You’re pretty well known in some of the circles i’ve seen, heard.” He begins, tucking his hands in his pockets. Never quite imagined the man before him but, he supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. “Demons. Apparently we have them now. And those hellhounds can’t be the only way to chase ‘em out so. Weaknesses, weapons. What do you got on them? I’ve been wringing my phone list dry and so far it’s turned up close to nothin’.”

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revivcled​:

he’s  right.  absolutely  right  in  every  sense  of  the  word.  YOU  DON’T  UNDERSTAND  IF  IT  HASN’T  HAPPENED  TO  YOU.  “i  do  …  and  i  haven’t  completely  told  jeremy  about  it  yet.  that  doesn’t  seem  like  something  to  mention  between  we  need  toilet  paper  and  can  you  get  more  hot  sauce?  huh.”   elena  finds  it  ironic.  she  knows  she’s  a  hypocrite.  when  jeremy  died  she  was  such  a  mess  she  couldn’t  function.  he  would  tell  her  things  here  and  there  after  their  parents  deaths  but  her?  she  couldn’t  seem  to  open  her  mouth.  elena  wanted  to  think  she  was  helping  spare  him  from  his  own  memories  of  his  own  death.  “i  was  on  the  other  side  of  america  so,  i  don’t  know,  small  world?”  there’s  a  small  laugh  but  what  he  said  next  really  got  the  laugh  out  of  her.  “that  explains  a  lot  then.  i’m  putting  off  the  dreaded  ex  reunion  myself  even  you  do  seem  to  be  looking  forward  to  yours.  if  you  could  help  that  would  be  great.  i  don’t  have  a  job  yet  and  i  refuse  to  clean  up  the  bathroom  after  you,”  she  seems  to  shudder,  memory  flashing  back  to  what  a  nightmare  jeremy  was,  “but  name  your  price  and  you  got  it.”

All he can do is nod, knowing her point. “I mean you know him better than most, and him you. Even if you don’t want to say it I think he’d do what he could to be there for you, whether that be listening or never speaking of it again if you asked.” The hunter glances down at his own hands, picking at the pizza on his plate. “I could barely tell him what it was like, for what it’s worth. Just sort of gave a summary but when it was about how it felt I just --” he trailed off, wincing. “No one would get it. Or, should at least. You know.” But his smile is back in force then. “Oh listen, if my mama taught me anything in a house o’ women it was how to keep a bathroom clean so, scout’s honor i’ll do my best. Plus I probably shouldn’t crash with you guys forever. Once I manage to get ahold of my accounts or a job, i’ll start lookin’ around.” If the girl deserved anything, it was probably space with her brother. “No price to name, first one’s on the house. Your brother saved my ass more times than fingers I got so, let’s call it repayment. Just try not to need a new identity anytime soon, those ain’t cheap.”

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Xander had laid it all out in the living room, belatedly hoping Elena wouldn’t come home and be alarmed by the literal weapons all over the coffee table. But when the lock in the door turned and someone entered through, it was Jeremy who greeted him. “Hey, Jer. Long day selling oolong and earl grey?” It was teasing, mostly. He himself had spent the day trying to sort out his prospects, regain access to some accounts, take stock of what he now knew of himself and the town and regroup from there. It helped steer him away from feeling like too big a failure, he’d even had some cartons of chinese delivered on his way back to the apartment. It sat in the kitchen now, his hands currently a little too stained with gunpowder residue. “I know I mentioned wanting to check out the town a bit but--” the thought of going out right now had his mind and psyche screaming in protest. “ I just uh, started to clean one and then another and now well...yeah.” @jergilbrt​

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leviriley​:

as he drove past the  “welcome to beacon hills”  sign, levi had no idea what he was leaving behind.  how  “enjoy your stay”  was a demand, not a suggestion.  he’d come here on a wing and a prayer, following the whispers on the wind that told him there were people like him here.  werewolves.  so in his mind, it made sense to check out the preserve.  they’d probably be isolated, right?  his old pack kept to themselves.  but what he discovered did not scream  ‘lycanthropes welcome!’  not even a little.  “whoa!”  he exclaimed, jogging towards the scorched earth.  “this is totally not what the postcard looked like.”  levi turnd around and saw someone standing nearby.  “what happened?”  //  @trappedreblogs​

“Yeah, that’s fine. Email it it to the usual one and i’ll check it out tonight. Thanks Mitch.” A beep, the line disconnecting before the hunter slid the phone back into his pocket. A newly acquired phone thanks to a trip to the local shopping center. But a guy jogged into sight, his voice carrying across the deadened grass. “Oh, man. You totally missed it. These area 51 dudes busted in outta nowhere and told all of us to look away and some had these little black sticks with this big flash and—  I honestly don’t remember the rest. Kinda crazy, right?” A pause. “You lost, kid?”

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sunnysxrcasm​:

“You’re not used to dealing with flowers, are you?” Anyone could tell he hadn’t spent much time around plants by his pure lack of ability to say anything about the masses that surrounded him. “They do tend to smell quite nice, though I wouldn’t get too close to those lilies behind you. Their pollen stains.” Nicola stared at him in bewilderment when he started talking about… mermaids? Where they a thing? Oh god, were they going to get attacked by Disney characters next? When he started laughing, the surprise dissolved and she found herself giggling along. “Well, minus the hangover I currently have, it’s fine now. You’re so going to hell for that, by the way, I thought you were serious!” Though when she finally managed to focus through her light laughter, she could feel the aura around him, the pull in her gut. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t picked up on it immediately - it was the same as every other resurrected person she had spoken to… And the same as every hunter. “Yes, banshees aren’t all that out there until one of them guesses you came fresh out of the ground a few days ago. So I suppose I should really be asking if you are okay?”

“I bought flowers once for a girl when I was -- well, point is I bought them from a gas station so no, I seriously know jack shit about flowers.” He admits. The hunter laughs again as she reprimands him, already knowing she was right. “I think hell has had it’s sights on me for a long time there blondie, so i’m not too worried about escapin’ that fate.” Xander was relatively sobered up by her mention of his previous home six feet under, hand coming up to rub at the raised scar on his neck almost instinctively, despite how his shirt concealed most of it. “Guess I know now what those powers of yours mean, huh? Not that it’s that big a secret, from what I hear i’m not the only one makin reappearances these days. The process was...not great for me. But i’m here and dealing so. All I can do really.”

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jackscn​:

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Jackson wasn’t a man that anyone can just throw off course while he was in the  middle of running. If an ordinary person would have bumped into him, it would almost have been like bumping into stone. Yet this person managed to throw Jackson off kilter enough to get him to pause. He would have cussed the man off if he wasn’t too cuious how the other man managed to bump into him hard. “Don’t worry,” Jackson smirked. “It’ll take a bigger man than you to knock me off.” The half-kanima was positive that he has never seen the man before but something about his stature was familiar. It reminded him of someone, yet he can’t put his finger on who exactly yet. “Better watch where you’re going next time, yeah?”

He outright laughed, feigning relief and simultaneous faux injury in one fell swoop of a clutched chest. “Ouch, guess I gotta work a little harder on leg day then. Thank you for that, nothing to wake you up in the morning like a bruised ego. Good for the soul n’ all.” But he nodded, fingers raising to a scouts honor. “Of course, man. Like I said I probably just been going too long, was trying to burn off some energy. Next time i’ll pick the preserve or something, way less possible casualties.”

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revivcled​:

IF  ONLY  HE  KNEW  doesn’t  count  here  and  she  knows  it.  he  knows  what  it’s  like  as  well.  “i  don’t  remember  how  i,  you  know,  but  it’s  a  perk  of  being  asleep  i  guess.”  she  didn’t  understand  it  though.  how  does  he  have  a  scar  and  she  doesn’t?  HER  BODY  BURNED.  “i’m  sorry  you  died.”  elena  finally  says  after  a  moment  of  silence.   “does  your  guy  know  you  were  dead  or  what?  i  don’t  really  know  a  whole  lot  about  hunters  but  we’re  kind  of  classified  as  supernatural  beings  now.  i  don’t  know  about  you  but  i  enjoy  being  alive.”  can  you  blame  her  for  being  cautious?

“But you remember the waking up, and that is definitely enough to be sorry for, myself included. No one should have to go through what we did.” He admits with a shrug. “Me too. I never really planned to live forever but, being taken out twenty miles outside Beacon Hills was definitely not the plan.” At her question he laughed again, his mood brightening. “I mean I haven’t filled him in but he won’t be too shocked, always said i’d find ways out of death like a cockroach. He’s my ex boyfriend, so if he were goin’ to hate me i’da given him plenty of reasons already.”

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revivcled​:

it’s  not  like  she  didn’t  like  him.  he’s  a  friend  of  jeremy’s  and  she  assumes  that  by  now  her  little  brother  hasn’t  been  befriending  homicidal  originals  with  a  love  for  baseball  bats  anymore.  no,  it’s  that  she  doesn’t  know  him.  they’re  practically  strangers  without  having  jeremy  in  common.  THERE’S  ALSO  THE  HUNTING  THING.  “yeah,  it’s  me.”  she  calls  back  to  the  voice  and  watches  as  he  comes  out  from  where  he  had  been.  “thanks,  i  could  eat.”  he’s … hot.  “i  had  an  interview  at  monty’s  earlier  but  hey,  i  can’t  use  a  resume  from  seven  years  ago  and  a  town  burned  to  a  crisp  so … fuck  me  i  guess.” 

Xander smiles in sympathy, turning around to grab a plate and the box of pizza and taking it towards the living room for her. “Resurrection kinda blows, huh?” He gestures to the scar on his own neck, relatively exposed due to just the t shirt he wears. Not that he minded being alive again but, the overall process could be a bit smoother entry wise. A beat, and he realized she might not know he’d been dead, which. Awkward. “Listen if you want a resume, let me know. I have a guy who does fake documents and stuff, passports, ID’s, birth certificates. A faked resume with some working references is basically nothing.” 

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sunnysxrcasm​:

Nicola had been nursing a hangover all day, the aftermath of an attempt to numb the stupid feelings she felt for weeks. They only got worse after the party. God, sometimes she hated emotions and even though she enjoyed her job and talking to people, she did not feel like dealing with anyone today. Hence, she had hidden behind an assortment of taller plants the minute she heard the bell above the door tinkle and just hoped they would go away, not bothering to check who it was. In this town it could be anyone, from a stranger to Katherine and she couldn’t say there were many on that scale that she’d be willing to talk to. Alas, her plan to cower behind shrubbery didn’t work and she had to step away with an (albeit fake) smile on her face. “I do remember, you sat with me while I… had a breakdown.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, knowing it wasn’t just any kind of breakdown. Glancing down at the bottle, she could’ve sworn someone was watching over her because she had never been so damn grateful for painkillers. Her head killed for different reasons. “That’s… actually really sweet of you. Thank you!” Her smile turned genuine as she returned her gaze to his face. “I probably really owe you an explanation now, huh?”

He sighed, a bit relieved she hadn’t found the gift too offensive or anything. Best intentions sometimes never ended that way where he was concerned.  “It’s no problem. I was in the area visiting a friend, figured you could be my next stop. This is a nice place you got here. It smells...nice.” How did you compliment flowers anyways? He didn’t speak the lingo. At her words of an explanation, he shrugged, leaning in a bit despite being the only two in the store. “It’s alright, they filled me in, i’ve seen the movies. You’re a mermaid siren hybrid, huh? That’s so wild. Where do you hide the tale? Is that why you guys scream, leg cramps?” His face wide eyed and innocent for a good five seconds before he broke, dissolving into soft chuckles. “I’m kidding, kidding. We may not have had banshees where i’m from but it ain’t too out there for me. How’s your head?”

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Walking into the shop, Xander felt a little...off kilter, you could say. The place seemed so randomly sporadic, the name tea and trinkets apparently very, very apt. He spotted Jeremy across the room, shooting him a grin and wink, waving him away. He wasn’t here for his friend, not now at least. Bigger fish to fry, larger questions to ask. He walked past the other hunter and further into the shop until the boss stood before him. Aleksander Peterson. A name he’d heard a few versions of from quite a few people, yet hadn’t expected the man to look so... non threatening. “So,” Xander began, voice low. “I hear you might know a whole lot about a whole lot, Mr. Peterson.” | @stratcsphere​

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Xander was mid bite of a pizza from down the road when he heard the front door open. He didn’t think Jeremy was off his shift for another few hours, so he gambled and called out. “Elena?” He set down the plate, wiping at his fingers and heading towards the living room. “Hey, I uh, bought pizza if you’re hungry? I’ve been slowly checkin’ out the options here and so far Monty’s? Definitely ranks in the top five.” He didn’t need the woman to like him, he’d survive without it. But it would definitely help. | @revivcled​

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Xander wandered into the flower shop, the smells and sights enough to give him pause as he took it all in. It was a cute place, but shopping for daffodils wasn’t really his end goal here. Glancing towards the counter, he didn’t spot the blonde he’d met a few nights before but she owned the place, it meant she had to be here, right? Ever since the moon he’d been filled in on quite a bit, the kinds of supernaturals they had around town, who was friendly, who was not so friendly. Her panic had made a lot more sense, the literal voices in her mind screaming for release. It seemed like hell, and tugged at his conscience to at least check on her. But he finally spotted her, heading towards her with a grin. “Hey! Not sure if you remember me but, Xander.” He pointed at himself. “I heard this place was yours, wanted to stop by and see how you were doing. I brought you something.” A bottle of Advil, placed on the counter between them. He knew it might do genuinely nothing for the banshee, but if it made her laugh? Break any tension of the memory of that night? He was game. | @sunnysxrcasm​

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jergilbrt​:

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“yeah?  if you have that kind of bond with her, imagine how tight i am with my own car.  let’s think that through a little next time.”  as he drove, jeremy kept glancing over at xander.  probably more than he should have — alaric fearfully yelling  ‘eyes on the road, jer!’  came to mind — but he just … needed the peace of mind.  to make sure xander wasn’t some hallucination, or a ghost here to fuck with him, or … jer just needed to know that he wasn’t going anywhere.  and he planned to keep it that way.  he nodded, unsure what to say that wasn’t some half-hearted  ‘yeah, totally’  or  ‘i know what you mean.’  because he did, to a point, but jeremy had never had to dig himself out of the earth.  whether it was the gilbert ring or bonnie, he always knew who or what had brought him back.  he’d never just been plucked from the afterlife and plopped back on earth.  “shit,”  he finally said, always a way with words.  subconsciously his hand reached out and found xander’s, giving it a tight squeeze.  “we’ll figure it out.  we’ll find out what brought you back and how to keep you here.”  jeremy sighed, trying not to laugh at his final comment.  “just you wait, xan.  you haven’t seen the half of it.”

It was a stupid kind of relief to turn his head to stare at Jeremy and find him already looking back. It eased some of the dull ache in his chest at the very poignant reminder of their situation. He was alive, and his best friend would help keep him that way. The hand in his helped hide the tremble to them that he knew might appear if released. He didn’t have to be okay just yet. He’d settle for mostly alive. Squeezing back, he did his best to lighten the load with a slightly forced chuckle. “Oh, i’m sure. Can’t get rid of me that easy. Now that I know there’s way more to the world than I thought, I need a good year at least to figure out who had it right. Supernatural? Harry Potter? Aquamarine?” He let his eyes drift shut for a few moments, content in the knowledge he was certainly in better hands now than when he’d arrived. “Just get me to that promised holy grail of a shower, Gilbert. I’m gonna spend the rest of this car ride making a list of reasons I think you should join me in it.” 

— End.

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that is a lie sold to you by the government.

“How? You’re telling me that banshees can exist, chimeras exist, whatever the hell a dread doctor is can exist, but aliens are a no? Area 51 is where you draw the line on reality?

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are those chains? ( olivia )

“Yes, a friend of a friend lent them out so i’m just bringing em’ back. Why, you in sudden need of some shackles?”

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actually, i was right about the wrong thing. ( from Lydia )

“What was the wrong thing, then? Demons? Who the fuck saw that one coming.”