damn speed dial . curses muttered under breath , the seat belt stretched until it locked : but the wolf craved the feeling of cool leather on her skin , laid horizontally . she would’ve fell asleep , if she could have . eyes had fluttered closed , not sure how long ago , thirty minutes , if she had to guess based on leon’s words . she’s not entirely of sound mind , blaming the drinks bought for her all night . but the bartender had been , calling the first dial on her phone and getting leon on the line .
eyes strained open , but hazel hues caught the reflection of her friend through the mirror right away . maybe she was drunk , but the wolf was always much too aware of where its pack was . “ i just want to go home , leon . ” grumbled , tired . “ you’ve been ignoring me . you wouldn’t have even looked at my texts . ”
it was easy for him to use the excuse that he was drowning in police files and locked away in his office by the chief but for odette ? he couldn't seem to do the same especially when a unknown voice was heard through her phone. filled with concern, others might say he was there in a matter of seconds or ... milliseconds. ' i dont ignore anyone . ' obviously, a lie. he does but will he ever ignore odette willingly ? god no. but will he ever admit that ?
he pulls over, the sound of hard hitting raindrops all over his windows filling the silence between them . unbuckling his seatbelt, he leans over and turns over the reclining switch on the passenger seat. ' close your eyes and rest before i start driving again . i don't want you to vomit all over my carpet if you have car motion sickness . '
“ how unfortunate , detective . ” jane’s brow line deepened , faux displeasure a weapon . they were , of course , all too aware of the mayor’s active cat and mouse game with the sergeant detective , and as leon was doing his job : jane was doing theirs . “ unfortunate that they’ve made you feel like they were ignoring you . you must know that they are also a busy person , and cannot attend to all meetings . ”
fingers are precise on the keyboard , jane turning to look at the screen that held his so called calendar . “ but i can squeeze you in - in april of next year ? ” they asked , humming . “ looks like i cannot do any earlier . ”
he knew the mayor well, all too well for that matter. enough to know that this was, in leon's terms, obviously a joke. from one hellhound to another he knew how guarded the other can get but he was too impatient care about the gate they paced around .
he scoffs, but remains smiling at their response . does he look like a fool ? ' then i'm assuming you wont mind if i -- ' he turns over the screen with his finger, examining the chart before him. eyes scanning before he pauses to release a deep sigh . ' you can stop fake typing now. ' a dull tone was given ' he's expecting me anyway , so it wouldn't be a problem if i walked in , now would it ? ‘
“if i wanted to spend time with you i would go into one of my spellbooks and summon some eldritch horror from the underworld. it gives virtually the same effect.” zoya smiled wryly, finally looking up from her phone. her friendship with leon was uncouth born from a general mutual desire to watch the world burn and sip cognac post-immolation. though her trust was wary he still was a, sure enough, companion to spend her time with; though currently, he was serving an entirely different purpose. when faced with an expedition she couldn’t be followed on her friends served well as effective red-herrings. “besides we’re almost there. if i’d known you liked to nag so much i would have just stolen your car and gotten on with it.”
' sounds like you already had that in the works .. don't flatter me, zoya or i might start thinking something crazy. ' leon never took things to heart, like he he cared that much about what others had to say in the first place . but he took her words as a compliment .
eyes still plastered on the road before him, but taking them off whenever he received the chance . a smirk creeps upon his features when she speaks , ' the underworld though ? you think i'm that bad ? ' another compliment he took to fed his ego. ' what a weird way to thank your uber driver .. '
no wonder they wanted a ride . when he went to work , he could see that a storm was coming , but he didn’t expect it to come so soon . nor did he expect the other to contact him on such short notice . he checks the time on his watch , eyes drifting back to the open road before him .
“ we been driving for 30 minutes .. i’m starting to think the directions you inputted are fake -- “ which to him, couldn’t seem impossible .. especially in the city of saints. “ if you wanted to spend time with me , you could’ve just texted . “ oh , as if he would reply .
he was known to be the first to dive head first into everything without a single thought . a sly smirk settles on his features as he leans across to elbow the other playfully
‘ your hand -- ‘
his eyes were entirely too focus on the very tall ledge before them , ‘ no , not for that ‘ tsk . he slightly smacks their hand away , did they think he was implying to hold hands ? ‘ your hands so i can climb in through that window . ‘
location: falling sun tattoo & piercing emporium
who: anyone!
WINTER WAS THE best time of the year for damien, especially in saints city, alaska, of all places. alaska was both the best and worst place, but after forty years, he’d managed to make it work. no one was going to dare ask him, ‘why are you going outside in a hooded cloak and gloves?’ in the summertime, solely because, this was saints, and that was the least odd thing someone could do.
the perks of living just above your tattoo shop on the second floor were infinite for a vampire like him. there was hardly a need to venture outside, but winter had the longest amount of nighttime. less fretting over the most obnoxiously large star burning him. even so, it wasn’t like he hadn’t purposefully stepped out into the sun before just to see if anything permanent would happen (spoiler alert: nope). but now was the time for him to partake in work.
he was in the middle of sketching out a tattoo on his ipad at the front counter, the sound of tattoo needles and unwrapping of sterile piercing needles sounding throughout the shop. when the doorbell chimed as the door swung open, damien didn’t look up. it could’ve been a client, or another employee coming to work, or a random threat. damien should look up, but he was so close to being done. and if it was one of his siblings, he wanted to ignore them even more so. but no, he was the owner, and the shop’s awards mattered oh so much to him. so, he only spoke. “good evening, how’s it going?” and finally, damien did look up and offered a smile.
he wasn't looking for a tattoo, no, that the last thing he wants. out of all the things he could be scared of in this town his top fear were needles. he was a very observant and adventurous which is why his feet took him everywhere around the town square and today .. he landed in a tattoo shop. with a lollipop in his hand, he flips through the pages of countless of drawings. " you drew all of this ? " he asks as he lets his mind ponder around the shop . there were pictures of the other's work but they weren't to his liking unfortunately.
" what are your prices ? if it's anything above 50 .. i'll take my business elsewhere.. " the lollipop finds its way back into his mouth, inside the hollow part of his cheek. " i could draw that .. " he murmurs to himself , his head lifting up to the very complex drawing of a dragon . probably not.
red pooling into black irises is a silent warning , the only warning the disrupting figure gets : with a face that remains soft , not a spot of tension to be seen in their shoulders , it doubles as a challenge . how far they are willing to go with the belief that jane would just sit idly by . the secretary is not known for their patience’s longevity , and not a moment longer , the bellowing voice turns to murmurs .
content with the calm atmosphere once more , focus turned back to the body standing in front of them , short apology spoken . “ where were we . ah , right , the mayor is out on errands today , and will not be back until later tomorrow afternoon . if you wish to set up a meeting with them , or another council member , i’d be happy to check their schedules , but cannot promise a close by date . ”
he leans forward, eyes scanning the room as if he was about to tell a secret that could put his life danger. it’s a foolish play he puts on, one where he couldn’t care less if the mayor didn’t wanna hear from him. he , of course , was nuisance to the mayor . demanding things that he knew an old folk like him wouldn’t care for but it’s not like leon cared for them himself .. it was all apart of his job.
“ he’s been ignoring me for a while now .. ” his voice turns silvery , but low for the most part . “ i’m sure you know all about that , do you not ? work is work and i’m growing impatient here ... ”
𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : henry moore. 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 : may 12. 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : twenty seven 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 : saint city, alaska 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 : saint city , alaska. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis male . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : bisexual .
alex fitzalan , he and him , cis male . henry moore crossed the city limits into saints : you know , twenty seven witch , who is told they give off are you satisfied by maria and the diamonds vibes . they've been here for all their life , gracing the city with their mischievous but riotous attitude .
* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
you grew up listening to the humming of your mother, a rhythm that allowed you to sleep so peacefully . you weren’t even aware of being taken away in the night until the woman who saved you from the brainwashing of saint city’s inferior witches told you the awful story of your new beginning.
you’re biological mother was a powerful witch alongside your father but being that powerful had to come with a price and that was you. you were only a baby, you had no knowledge of anything, nor did you have any recollection of the faces before you. but there was one person who couldn’t stand to see a harming of a young one for a ritual to take place and that person grew up to be the women you would do anything to protect.
at that time, she wasn't ready to become a mother, and the only plan she had was to return you to your family but it was too late. they were already dead and now it was just you and your new mother who claimed you at the age of 20. both of you were gulity of crime, defying the witches and breaking a deal that was set in place for ten years.
you lived in an abandoned mansion but if one were to see it now, it was so different than what it stood before you got there. one might conclude that you were rich .. and you were. of course, it was only the money your biological parents had. they saw this coming, and they were prepared for it.
you grew up to be the light to her soul; the one who could never fail to make her smile. you brought happiness, joy, and laughter out of everyone with your chessy remarks and airhead like personality. other may suggest otherwise, but you were beyond capable of the powers you hold. elena taught you everything you needed to know, and with the powers passed down by your parents .. there was nothing you couldn't do.
𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : leon kang. 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 : some day during the 13th century . 𝐚𝐠𝐞 : 700 years old ( 31 ) 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 : ??? 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 : saint city , alaska. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 : cis male . 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : heterosexual .
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : taeho kang & minhee cho 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : none 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 : english , korean, mandarin, french & spanish 𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : sergeant detective . 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 : chuck bass. ( gossip girl ) , damon salvatore ( tvd ) , dean winchester. ( supernatural ) spike ( buffy & the vampire slayer ) , zuko ( the legend of korra )
wi ha joon , he and him , cis male . leon kang crossed the city limits into saints : you know , the seven hundred year old ( thirty one ) hellhound , who is told they give off nonstop by drake vibes . they've been here for all their life , gracing the city with their beguile but meticulous attitude .
* 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .
no one knew who leon's parents were but they all knew that he spent his young life hunting, living next to swamp shed, and selling things that the village needed. he spent his childhood in peace, without any disturbance until he met the villages own hunter.
how could a young boy live without any parental guidance? thus , the hunter then began his investigation. he soon found out that the only reason why no one cared to step in was because they were scared. they heard stories of animalistic beasts with sharp teeth that could rip you to shred, and without a second thought, labeled leon as one of their .. lost cubs.
it was hard at first to gain the trust of a 10 year old boy who knew that everyone despite his being and only wanted the things he hunted for; the things they feared getting themselves.
after months of repeated bickering, the hunter then grew to be a father figure to the young boy. leon found happiness within his home and it wasn't just him sailing on a small boat, hunting for food and going into the village for the small things he needed. he was soon provided with a new home, new clothes and of course, new places to explore. the stigma that he was a werewolf cub ceased to exist after he brought to the village. turns out -- the hunter had a bigger title then what leon thought. he was the king to the village and what does a king always need? a heir.
the young crown prince grown to be a mischievous adventurer who quickly learned the nooks and crannies of the castle and how to slip away from guards and caretakers. but at the age of 17, his father declared that it was time for him to stop with the nonsense and learn how to do what was expected of him. ( to kill werewolves and vampires )
like fish to water, he was a natural at finding out where they were, what their weaknesses are and everything else in between. even in hand to hand combat, he proved to be a leader of men. often considered dauntless, there was nothing he would ask another to do that he wasn’t willing to do himself. because of this, he often found himself on dangerous missions, ones a royal prince shouldn’t have been on but refused to take no for an answer.
he was thirty years old when his life began to take a dark turn. there's been a wolf terrorizing his village, and leon already knowing the ropes and doing his handful amount of killing himself knew that this was no big threat to him. that was until he found out that the wolf who was killing his people without no remorse was.
it was his father, the king, the hunter who taught him how to kill every supernatural out there. it was all just apart of the plan. the king needed a heir, someone who was at a disadvantage, someone he knew wouldn't say no to such an offer ... someone who he trained, who he could deceive. but did his plan really work when he was caught red handed feasting on the queen? driven by rage and anger at the thought of his whole life being a pawn in the king's game, he wielded his sword but unfortunately .. his father knew his every move. he did train him, after all.
before he knew it, he was on the floor, bleeding out and saying goodbye to the sad life he lived while the king still walked, deceiving the village people and turning them to make an army. it was indeed, a festering bite on his shoulder that he did not take. the kingdom that night ended in flames, the empire has fell and the only remaining survivor was leon. he began his life alone, he died alone, but he rose again .. surviving alone with a great curse ( a blessing ). living his life filled with hatred, he only ever did the only thing he ever knew. hunt to kill. he saw kingdoms fall because of him, the fear in the eyes of cruel kings whose army had no chance against him.
he moved around a lot, he was immortal after all. and he was loved adventures and fooling around. he found himself in saint city when it was built, he saw how the originals and the council lived and he couldn't help but laugh. he knew this town will go down in flames, it was funny to him how they all think they could live together in harmony. it was unusual for him but he still had to contribute, had a role to play if he wanted to live there.
from a royal title came the title of a sergeant detective. he doesn't hunt to kill now, he hunts to find out the truth .. quite the contrary of what he was trained to do in the beginning but still it aligned pretty well to what his life had led to.
TL:DR .. leon was born a natural hunter and caught the eye of the king of his village who then took him in with the plan of wanting a heir but things took a bad turn when leon found out that the person who was terrorizing their village was the king himself. the king was the one who bit leon but ofc .. he didn’t die and wanting revenge for it, along with how the king played with him all his life .. leon went on a rampage and killed everyone in the kingdom . toured around the world before settling himself in saints, laughs at the idea of the town wanting to be in harmony with each other but ofc .. he has a role to play so he follows through.
I didn’t expect this to be long as fuckkkkkk tbfh ... I have some written wanted connections here and musings over here for a glimpse into leon a little bit more since i didn’t really go in depth with his personality .. just think damon salvatore. MXMMXMXMX
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