Walking travesty

Hazel Vane's the name. 20 years old. Singer, Song writer, Musician. The whole shebang. Hire me. You know you want to.

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Feel it like a hurricane~ Crazel

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It wasn’t suppose to be this way, of that he was sure. Chris remembered the stories his mother and father would tell him about how vampires, werewolves and hunters didn’t mix. How it was better to say in your own species — less mess, his mother would say. And now, with Hazel  he could feel why that was true. Why all the warnings Klaus have gave him about not falling in love with anything was wasn’t his kind was wrong — and that he could give Klaus credit for. Klaus was a utter jackass most of the time — a monster with no heart but he gave good advice. All Christian wanted to do right now was coddle the blonde. Keep her safe and hidden away from anyone.

Chris looked around, cafe’s still made him nervous like he was going to lash out at any moment but Hazel needed him of that mu’ch he was sure. “Um,” he started, sliding into the spot next to cautiously. “What’s wrong?” He tried to ignore the churn in his stomach when he asked that. Usually when something was wrong that meant danger. How could it be that what he would normally call flea bag made him want to go all protective boyfriend? He wasn’t even a boyfriend. No where close. 

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As he slid in beside her Hazel tried not to back off too much and pulled her knees up onto the bench, her arms sliding around her knees. It was such a childish gesture, so innocent in a way, but the end effect was that it gave her comfort, and that was all she needed at the moment. Something to give her comfort. Her chin was sit on the palm of her hand, and it was quiet for several minutes before she started to talk. "I.. miss someone." Her voice trembled. No doubt he could hear it. "Someone I loved, and it just hurts." The more she spoke, the easier it was to do so. To just pretend Chris wasn't there, and let her walls down. "Everyone just leaves you know? My dad left me when I was 2 years old, abandoned me. I always felt like he hated me because my mom died because of me." Hazel tried not to flashback to all the memories she'd tried so hard to block out. But it was hard not to. "My best friend.. practically my sister. Who raised me.. kicked me out.." Her eyes clenched shut, bottom lip wobbling. "And took him away from me. Everyone, everyone who should have been there left in some way or another. They all just left." Suddenly it was like she remembered he was there and looked up at him, her slightely slanted brown eyes filled with emotion. "I hate it. I hate people, and I hate that I'm alone and still hurting. Every single day. I just.." Her voice trailed off. She couldn't find any words anymore.

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Yes, it would.

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How? How bad, how worse could it get? You have no idea the amount of pain I'm in..

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Hazel.

You need to feel something, or else you have the potential to lose your humanity. If you’re not careful, you can fall victim to… some messed up stuff. You need to feel, no matter what it is you’re feeling.

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Would that be.. so bad?

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It is okay, because it’s hard to get over someone that you really cared about.

You just need time to let out your feelings, or else you’ll keep feeling this way and it will hurt even more.

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You don't understand.. I don't blame you but this is the way it has to be.. letting people just.. ends badly for me. Time and time again. I can't let myself feel Jackson, I can't.

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Who do you miss? It’s okay to miss somebody.

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It's not okay to miss him, it's not, I should be over him, I should be okay, I shouldn't feel guilty. I just want it to stop.. I want to stop feeling again..and it's like I can't anymore.

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Feel it like a hurricane~ Crazel

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Chris didn’t normally find himself in a cafe. He didn’t like the atmosphere — the way everyone was too high on caffeine and the was their blood thrummed underneath their skin. It made his fangs want to come out and just tear the place apart. He long since accepted his fate of being a vampire and his urges — that didn’t mean he liked it. But he accepted it. But as he was saying, he didn’t like cafe’s when he was human, he hated them now. He needed to be here though. Something just told him. Though he wondered if something was wrong with his instincts since he met Hazel, the wolf he could swore smelled like home.

So yeah. Instinct are wrong now. He felt an itch in the back of his gums. Cafe’s made him nervous. Hazel — Hazel was right there, leaning against the window in a booth. He didn’t think, not really at least — he just saw her and walked. He walked up to her and just stood there for a moment before clearing his throat. “You okay?”

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Hazel's mind filled with a thousand thoughts, racing, zinging. A complete cluster of swear words and exclamatory indignant screeches telling her to do something, say something.. Hell, at this point it would have been a good idea to run away. Just as long as she didn't look up into his face. Anything would have worked. For she knew with a 100% of her whole heart that if she did meet his eyes with hers, she wouldn't be able to disguise the fact that she'd been crying, practically on the edge of a near break down. Instead, she zoned out the cacophony in her mind and avoided his gaze, glancing at just his torso. That she could handle at least.

Letting her hair fall down over her shoulder to shadow her face better, she nodded, coughing to mask the sightly scratchy tone to her voice. "I'm fine, Chrisward." The teasing, nickname had lost it's humor. All she could actually concentrate was how guilty she felt. For more than just the one reason she thought she'd had figured out. It made her angry. How could this random, stupid vampire, just come in and start making her.. feel things. She didn't want to feel. It was easier when she didn't and it was easier that way, to keep people out. To keep them from deserting her. She kept all these thoughts to herself, and then... without her meaning to, her walls cracked and she whispered, just quietly enough for even him to have to strain to hear, "Actually I'm not."

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Laughing 101~ Stiles&Hazel

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"Oh those neighbors." He couldn’t really compare an experience with such type of people. After all his apartment building was quiet and perhaps the only noise was when people laughed out loud. Plus when he lived with his Dad, people nearby knew better than to be hassle. Stiles listened to the loud slam of a door identifying as that to be Hazel’s ‘Insanely Rude’ neighbors. "I see what you mean. If I was in your position I definitely smash their heads into some walls." The male said with a small; clearly he was use to brutal threats. Especially since he had to deal with a certain ‘Hale’ who just enjoyed saying his infamous line of ‘ripping his throat out with his teeth’. So the female’s joke wasn’t a problem for him and fully understood what she was saying.

The Stilinski male watched as the blond took a seat on the couch before following suit. “No worries it’s fine, so no apologize needed okay. Anyways teaching someone the art of Making Jokes might be a bit tough. Cause half the time I don’t know what’s coming out of my mouth.” Although Stiles considered himself a funny person, if not a comedian, most of the time jokes just spilled out without his command. In a way he was like a water fountain, the water poured out of his top constantly. Too bad there wasn’t a point where the water dried out; would be nice every once and awhile for him. “But I’ll do my best to teach you! After all got to give it a shot right?” Ah more confident boosting sayings, another thing that always seems to shoot out of his mouth as well. Maybe he really should be some sort of counselor. 

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"I'll try and be a good perceptive student then and try to pick up on your ways. It's been a while since I've actually spent time trying to do that though so I might be a little bit rusty, fair warning." Her eyes twinkled with humor as she slid her legs beneath her, her position now cross legged on the soft threadbare cushions. In the back of her mind she had to note to herself the effect Stiles tended to have on her. Unlike others like Chris or Jackson, she didn't feel the need to mess with them in their usual bantering way. She felt like she didn't need to protect herself with Stiles. There was nothing to be scared of. He just seemed like an easy going, nice guy. A great choice to have as a friend too..

"Right." She nodded back at him, "There you go again with those optimistic words of yours. I think they might even start to rub off on me if you're not careful. Then who knows what could happen.. I could actually be a little cheerful. Now there's a frightening visual.." Hazel couldn't help but let out a snort. She was half joking and half not. Her senses picked up on the slight ruffling of the open window curtains adjacent to them, and due to the change of wind, a soft breeze blew over the coffee table in front of them, the slight gust of air dispersing the sweet scent of peanut butter and warm chocolate from one of the apartment to the other. Hazel's stomach rumbled, forewarning. "I might have forgotten to have lunch by the way." She refused to blush. Too brightly at least. "Go ahead and help yourself. I sure will."

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You'd think --

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It’ll be okay Hazel. I just — I need to get out of this out of my system.

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Oh.. well.. Anyway I can.. help?

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Well I’m not everyone. You should really know that by now, Blondie.

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This is.. It's a bad idea. She shakes her head. I just.. I miss him so much Jackson.

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Turn me on. Turn it off.

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With a mindset clearer than a blank canvas and more vacant than a black whole, Hazel's thoughts should have been ordered and easy to interpret but on the contrary, while her being was only focused on the acts being administrated upon her peach-cream toned torso, her conscience was both a mess and an unclouded, clarion terrain of thought. It was contradictory to the point of the matter, but on the other hand she had no doubts that if anyone were to incite such a reaction from her where nothing and everything made sense, where her view point was turned upside down, it would be Kol. Though she would be the last of the last to admit it, and if given the opportunity where she was be inquired by him in that voice of his (which never failed to ignite such a reaction of utter pleasure and libido) she would repeatedly, and with indisputable certainty deny it until the original vampire would have no choice other than to take her word. While deep down she would know that for all her stubborn declination, her words were delusive at best.

While all her nerve endings were hazy due to the extreme sensory overload that was being inflicted on her, somehow she managed to notice through all that, every once in a while, Kol's lustful eyes would land on her, most likely taking in, and cherishing the reactions he incited in her. She couldn't blame him. When it was her on the opposite end, she had too reveled in them, and now here they were, the roles reversed. The show had hardly begun and he already had Hazel unraveling, her collarbones straining against her bruised and purple'd skin in a distinctly feminine nature as she gasped in downright, sheer pleasure. As she did, a lambent, roseate flush of color spread up across her chest and up to her cheeks. Whether it was from the sudden onslaught of teasing advances she endured from Kol's rigorous tongue or the slight mortification she felt from being so easily broken down by his indulgent yet in a way selfless acts- all of which were intended to bring her towards the same high she'd brought him to- was unknown, but all the same. It was there.

The feel of his tongue tracing her toned stomach up the subtle middle line of her abdomen was absolute heaven to the blonde haired werewolf, and she felt absolutely warmed by the desire it left brewing and bubbling inside her. On the other hand it wasn't in her best interests as it left her mewing for more, and further, beyond that it left her with hundreds of ideas and speculations on what else he could do with a tongue as skilled as his. Already she knew he was gifted in that specific area after all he was an incredibly talented male when it came to adorning her skin with the blue and purple spectrum- how could he not be just as capable of doing the same and more to the most needy, sensitive region of her body? As if he'd found a way to pick up on her thoughts, her jeans were soon sharing the space on the floor in quite the same way Kol's jeans had fallen to the ground. A sharp absorption of air resonated through the tense silence, the tension, all of it sexual, was so palpable,  she didn't even need her claws to be able to rip her way through it.

Hazel was certain that by now, on top of everything that added to the rising energy, the redolence of her womanly essence was probably thick in the air that surrounded them. Hell she could scent it out herself, and while vampires didn't have quite the acute ability to sense such fragrances out, it wasn't hard to miss. Not at all. Quickly though, with every second that passed them by, her fortitude and diligence withered away until she was close to showing how agitated she was. Well not so much agitated as much as impatient actually. A low whine escaped her without much intention, and instead of letting it demean her spirit, Hazel used it to her advantage, making sure that the act of her pearly teeth biting down on her lower lip was visible to her partner. An even softer, lustier mewl dragged out of her throat, the sound reverberating along her trained vocal chords. It somehow managed to sound strangely musical, yet with a siren like quality. As her long-suffering endurance was being drawn out, she couldn't help but notice the gentle trembling her knees started to gain. "Kol." She whispered.

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I’m not going to leave you.

You don’t realize that I give you such a hard time because I actually care?

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What kind of.. That's what everyone says Jackson! Everyone. Everyone that should have been there, that promised they would. They all end up leaving. All of them..

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Who said I’m pretending?

Hazel… just talk to me.

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I- I can't.. If I let you in, I'll have no one to blame but myself when you leave.. Just like everyone else.

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You need to talk about it Hazel. The more you hold it in, the sooner it will be when you finally explode, and it won’t be a pretty picture. You need to talk about how you are feeling and let out some of the pain that you are feeling.

You need to talk.

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Why do you have to pretend to care? You don't. I don't want you to. So just stop! Please just.. stop. -Her voice breaks-

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requested by anonymous

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You'd think --

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Being what way exactly wolf girl?

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I don't know just.. sad. It's.. not good.

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Feel it like a hurricane~ Crazel

Hazel's eyes watered yet she didn't let the tears spill down over onto her cheeks. Instead she sniffled quietly and coughed, trying to brush the pain she felt inside away. It was just one of those days. One of those days where she felt absolutely broken and could just not help re-assessing her life, rethinking her decisions and just.. judging herself as a person. Her small palms rubbed at her face tiredly. She was just so done with herself,and with life in general at the moment. She was sick of having nightmares, and feeling so horrible and guilty all the damn time.

Blowing out a soft breath, she swallowed heavily and leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the cafe's table and tried to slow her breathing. Even with her slight meltdown going on she could still sense her surroundings, and in that she could sense him. The source of half her guilt, and most of her confusion. She refused to say his name though. She refused to, mainly for the fear emotion would somehow slip into it and if there was anything that scared Hazel shitless; It was emotion.

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You'd think --

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I’m — working on it.

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This is weird, any way I can cheer you up? I don't-I-ugh I don't like you being this way..