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meghana-dhar·:

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The forest was quiet, it was possible to hear the sweet sound of the birds, the sun was strong, making her skin shine, the dark hair slightly wet. She was at the lake, holding the hem of her skirt with her left hand while her right hand picked flowers, she would need them later for her potion. Meghana watched the flowers in her hand for a while, they were not poisonous and had a beautiful shade of orange mixed with reddish details. The perfume of the petals was sweet, which reminded her of the perfume that her mother used to use, she got rid of the nostalgic memories while placing the flowers in the basket. She liked to live in Cresthill, found the city fascinating in its own way and the strong presence of supernatural creatures helped a lot in business, but sometimes she missed home, her culture and the safety that came with it. She left the water, letting her long floral skirt fall like a waterfall, tossing her hair aside and checking if she had enough flowers, it was when she raised her face that she noticed the other person’s presence “I didn’t see you there”

“Sorry, I usually go unnoticed.” If it were any other situation -- perhaps the ones that Milena usually found herself in, being invisible, a stealth tactic, would have been superb. However, she’d come to the forest not to hunt, but to merely enjoy the atmosphere that Cresthill brought in it’s hidden corners of the town. With a long sigh, the brunette stood from her spot on an old tree stump. The woman didn’t smell like a vampire, dead inside and rotting flesh, she seems suitable enough to not have Milena keep her guard up. “What’s with all the flowers?” She asked, pointing towards the basket. “You starting a collection?”

#( conversation. )#( meghana. )

cresthillites·:

Zachary had popped out the stairs to his van, using it as a stool as he thought about a lot of things that had gone on recently, his van parked down by Echo Lake still. He had been fine as an Omega, sworn that he wasn’t going to be joining any packs after what had happened, and yet here he was, contemplating Bandit’s offer to live on their driveway, just days after telling Franklin he’d be on side. He wasn’t sure if he was even himself any more, and yet, he hadn’t felt more part of a family for a long time. “Life can just be so damned complicated.”

Milena had been wandering around for a long time, contemplating her existence in this town and if there was any need for her. Despite her efforts, it seemed the vampires in this town would always win, and from what she could gather -- they weren’t alone in their ventures. Was there any point in staying here and hunting creatures that were clearly outnumbering her? “Complicated and yet sometimes so simple.” She replied to the stranger as she approached the nearby lake. Her eyes lifted to the van before landing on the male sat on the steps. “What’s on your mind?”

#( conversation. )#( zachary. )

bcnji·:

“Oh this isn’t good,” he said as he viewed the knocked over vending machine, “maybe if I ju-” he attempted to pick it up to no avail “- yup, nope, great.” Huffing, he ran a hand through his hair and slowly began to back up, deliberating what to do next before feeling himself bump into something. “Please tell me I bumped into a wall,” he quietly said, hoping to not hear a reply

“I’m really sorry, I wish I could.” Milena laughed as she noticed the scene. Walking to the side of the vending machine, she began to bend her knees and hoist her fingers under the edges. “Come on sport, give me a hand.”

#( conversation. )#( benji. )

buccaneergil·:

OPEN STARTER - BEGUILED

He was at the bar, his arms resting on the counter while his blue eyes watched the environment, the light made them shine while the black eyeliner at the bottom made them even more blue. The bartender gave him his dose of rum, and he raised the glass to his lips, turning his head in another direction and spitting out the liquid “I asked for Privateer, this is Banks, don’t think I can’t tell the difference”

“I’m sure it was a mistake, let the man live.” Milena remarked, as she approached the bar while giving the bartender a look of sympathy. The hunter gestured for her usual, and turned to face the stranger that had so rudely soiled the bar’s surface due to his distaste. “What is the difference?”

#( conversation. )#( gil. )

balthazarw·:

She was right in a way, he was an abomination. He didn’t like what he was and had never asked to become what he became. He never had a choice. He could see that her problem went far beyond him and it was exactly what he had tried to show earlier, that hunters fury often fell on the wrong person. Regardless, he accepted the punishment, the punishment he never had when he destroyed Roanoke.

The vampire remained standing in the same place watching her approach until she was very close to him. His bat on the floor right in front of him. He looked her in the eye, with an empty expression on his face “I’ve done things I regret, just as I’m sure you have your demons too. Whatever happened to you, making you fear us, I’m sorry. That’s what I meant when I said your anger would fell on the wrong person. But know that we’re not all the same and most of us never had a choice. Thirst for blood is just like any other addiction, so as alcohol, drugs, any other. If I wanted your death you’d be dead by now, but I don’t want your blood. I’m not trying to change your mind, I accept my punishment, so if you are going to stake me, I suggest you do it right away before I change my mind”

Milena listened to him, carefully contemplating whether or not this was a ploy to get her to run or not -- to spare his life. Her hand tightened around her stake to the point where she couldn’t tell if she felt bone or wood anymore, and she wanted so anxiously to believe that she’d have the guts to kill this vampire. All she could see after all was the image of her late father, dead, murdered by his kind. It flashed through her mind several times a second, wishing she could have done something to stop it, to stop the pain she was caused unnecessarily.

“I don’t believe you. Vampires never apologise and mean it, it’s all just a tactic to try and get me to let you live.” The words that had been etched into her skull from the minute she’d started hunting. “You don’t feel anything.” In one swift motion, Mila lifted her stake high above where it fell against her side, all ready to end it for him. Instead, however, she opted to lunge forward and headbutt the vampire to begin with. She still wasn’t confident doing this alone. He needed to make her do it. “Tell me the things you’ve done that you regret.” She growled, still with her stake raised. “I want to know every single one of them.”

#( conversation. )#( balthazar. )#violence warning

balthazarw·:

“You ask a lot of questions to someone who seemed so determined a few minutes ago” he observed as she held her stake and wondered if it would end in his heart, wondered what it would be like, he had no plans to hurt her but in the worst case would have to defend himself

“I am Balthazar Windham, you must have heard the surname before” he sighed, he did not expect her to understand it but would give her the answer she was looking for “The fact that we are of the same species does not mean I agree with the actions I don’t like it when my brothers eat so openly, it attracts your type and when hunters don’t find someone to blame their fury falls on the wrong people. They’re newborns, it takes a while to learn to control their hunger, and frankly I don’t have this time to teach, and before things got worse I decided to interrupt”

Milena had heard of the Windham name before, in fact, it was the sole reason she’d came to Cresthill with her aunt. She’d heard of the makeshift family that had once been led by the dearly departed Ekaterina Windham, a bunch of vampires that didn’t belong all banding together to take on the world. She’d been looking forward to ridding this town of those bloodsucking creatures.

“I guess Spike was a fitting nickname.” She growled, as she listened to him speak about murdering his own. After all, that’s what it was -- pure simple murder. Just like she’d been doing to him. Usually, she’d have her Aunt Melanie with her, but as fortune had it, she was suppose to take on this Balthazar alone. “The fact that you even exist, newborn or not, is disgusting. You’re an abomination, all of you. You killed my --” She paused. It wasn’t him specifically, he wasn’t the vampire that had killed her father. However, that didn’t stop her cause. Walking forward, she stopped until she was mere inches away from him. “You all deserve to die, Balthazar. For what you’ve done.”

#( conversation. )#( balthazar. )

melanie--james·:

“You wanna go little girl?” Melanie said, grabbing the other’s hand. She placed a closed sign on the booth, the worst thing someone could do was steal ibuprofen or an epipen, neither of which she cared about. “Not talk about my sex life.”

“Come on, Aunt Melanie.” Milena chuckled as she walked out with her aunt, hand in hand. Peering around at the other stalls, she noticed a few dodgy looking males stood by the hook-a-duck. Something about them screamed unnatural to the hunter. “Lets go fishing first!” She said, as she pointed towards the stall.

#( conversation. )#( melanie. )

berkeleyiswright·:

“Chipper is how I get through things,” he grinned, keeping himself close behind as he followed. “Plus, being a jerk doesn’t help anyone in this situation, not that I would be in any situation,” the werewolf rambled. He sat down in front of the desk, glancing around at the sterile white walls. “Berkeley Wayne Thomas Wright,” he answered, still glancing around the room.

“That’s very true, and very wise for someone your age. Most people in this town just seem to be moody and miserable.” Although, judging by what she’d read in the gazette, people had a right to be. It was a gloomy town filled with tragedy and horror much more than any other place she’d travelled to. “Right, Wright.” She quipped, as she entered his name into the system. “Lets take a look at that finger. You’re not allergic to anything, are you? Local anaesthetic?”

#( conversation. )#( berkeley. )

mariesegal·:

Marie let out a sigh, everything in her telling her not to be showing any weakness, even if she did want to be honest. She settled on the latter, against her own preference. “The last time I was in a hospital for an extended period of time, it was to say goodbye to my dad. He was long dead, but even still. Hated them ever since.” She explained, even though it was eighteen years ago it still stung. “I just avoid spending any longer in them than I have to, and this yearly physical is about as much as I can handle. I don’t know how you guys work here day in and day out.”

Milena listened, nodding along as she took in every word that Marie spoke. It was understandable why the town sheriff was afraid of hospitals, despite seeming so fearless when it came to everything else. “Well, I admire you.” She said, as she briefly diverted her eyes to write down the BP results. “Being here is very brave of you, and you’re honestly doing great.” A smile was shone, as she removed the cuff from around Marie’s arm. “Your blood pressure’s a little higher than I’d like it to be, Marie. Before we go any further, are you currently under or experiencing any stress?”

#( conversation. )#( marie. )

balthazarw·:

Judging by the way she dressed and what she took with her, she was a hunter, somehow she should have been on the trail of the new borns before Baltazhar even knew about them. Was it possible that she was also after the Windhams? The fact is that she thought he hunted too, which was quite possible to understand due to the surrounding scenery.

He could lie and go with the flow, but she would find out, and that would only make it worse. He could tell the truth, say that he was not a threat and that he had actually done her job. Hashtag thank you. Do the hashtag still a thing? Its been 13 years already. Or in the worst scenery he would have to fight and he would kill her.

He put the bat down carefully, he didn’t know what her reaction would be and a vampire with a baseball bat in his hand wasn’t a very comforting sight “Yes, They’re dead. Vampires, recently turned. We call it newborns. They were with these three human bodies when I arrived and judging by the smell they are very fresh. And sorry to disappoint you Buffy but you could never won this one”

“We?” Milena questioned his choice of words and did start wondering whether he was referring to a bigger group of hunters. If so, where were they and why hadn’t her Aunt Melanie been aware of such allies. Even still, she supposed she was meeting them now -- even if she was annoyed he’d taken her kill.

Her brows furrowed as he called her Buffy and suggested that she wasn’t capable of handling a bunch of vampires. If only he’d known how many times she’d done it before. “Buffy? Okay, Spike. Well, next time maybe you can leave the vampires to me. I can assure you that my murder spree will be a lot less...” she paused, looking around. “Messy.”

#( conversation. )#( balthazar. )

balthazarw·:

He was in the middle of the florest, his car parked, and the environment was lit only by the headlight. He was sitting outside, turning his ring on his fingers while Frank Sinatra’s voice echoed ‘some day, when i’m awfully low, when the world is cold; i will feel a glow just thinking of you and the way you look tonight. yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm and your cheeks so soft; there is nothing for me but to love you and the way you look tonight’

Balthazar could hear small noises that clashed with the melody, stood and lowered the sound, paying more attention now. The noise did not seem to be very far away and he decided to check it out, taking his baseball bat from the trunk of the car and taking the direction of the sound. Approaching the place, he was able to see a fire, and around it were a group of six vampires feeding on three human bodies that were lying on the ground. From the brutality of the attacks he imagined that they would be new borns and appeared to be hungry.

He approached slowly, placing his bat and hitting one of the vampires from behind, tearing off his head. Only then did the others notice his presence, moving away from the bodies and attacking him. New borns weren’t easy to fight, they were like a powerful mix of vampires and humans, the last time he had done that was a long time ago. He dodged the attacks quickly, using his bat to defend himself. He jumped over one, holding it by the head and giving a backward flip, causing the new born body to hit sharply against the ground, while his head hung in Balthazar’s hands. Two. He picked up a bottle with a drink that was on the floor, and threw it on the fire, making it explode and two new borns catch on fire. Four. He was grabbed by two others, he held the face of one to prevent it from biting him, while kicking the other away, he quickly turned around and grabbed the vampire from behind, hanging him with his bat until his head came off his body. . Five. Where would the last one be? He looked around, looking for any sign of movement “Hide and seek, found by me” he said, walking around until by the light of the fire he could see a shadow that was hiding among the trees. He ran quickly and grabbed the last vampire, leaning him against the tree while giving several bites on his neck, tearing off a piece of it, dropping the lifeless body on the ground. He took a piece of wood and let it catch on fire, burning the bodies of the vampires on the floor.

He cleaned his bat using his shirt, as he saw someone approaching him slowly “sorry for the mess, wasn’t expecting guests” he said sarcastically referring to the bodies that caught fire on the ground

Milena had been out hunting, tracking what she assumed were a bunch of vampires -- perhaps a pack of their own. Surely they weren’t part of the so called Windhams she’d heard so much about during her time in Cresthill. Mostly whispers, that weren’t of any use to her. It’s almost like this town knew she was specifically a vampire hunter and they tried to keep the existence of vampires a secret from her. However, she’d caught a break as she’d heard screams emitting through the wooded forest and had sprinted towards their direction.

She reached a nearby car, perhaps an abandoned vehicle, perhaps something that belonged to one of the screamers. Ducking down on the driver’s side, Mila reached into her satchel to make sure she had everything she needed. Stake, check. Matches, check. Holy water, check. Patience, check. Once she was secure, she stood up and began tracking the screamers to a clearing with a bristling fire.

Unfortunately, the hunt was over. Instead there stood a man who’d seemed to already have taken care of the vile creatures. “You killed them?” Her eyes drifted to the fire. “They were vampires, right?” He must have been another hunter. “I’m jealous you didn’t leave one for me.”

#( conversation. )#( balthazar. )

bellamyf·:

Ignis Lounge was full, it was drinking games night. At first he thought the idea was stupid, but then he realized that people liked those kind of games, it seems that it worked. To ensure the safety of the place he placed a rune on himself that would make him immune to the effects of alcohol.

He didn’t know exactly how but he ended up at a table of college students playing flip cup. They were in a tiebreaker, and their opponent was already drunk from the previous rounds he had won.

3. 2. 1. Go!

He drank the shots quickly, concentrating to turn them back on the table correctly. In the third cup his opponent fell to the ground, and he turned his last cup. He heard cheers of celebration from his teammates

“Who is next?”

He said, his eyes shining as his suit gleamed in the light.

Milena had tracked a potential vampire suspect to the lounge one night, and found herself watching a group of college students inquisitively. Were they one of her targets? She wasn’t sure but she still scanned them eagerly waiting for some sort of movements or behaviour that could give her what she needed.

However, her attention was soon drawn to an older gentleman who looked like he didn’t belong there. Perhaps he’d know of anything odd -- if he wasn’t about to get royally hammered. “I’ll play,” she said as she stood up and approached the table, keeping her eyes on the man. “Unless you’re scared of losing.”

#( conversation. )#( bellamy. )

mariesegal·:

Marie nodded her head, following the other towards the triage room, a hand running through her hair anxiously. Just being in the hospital for a check up had her on edge, let alone how she’d feel if there if they actually found that there was something wrong with her. “I mean, I’m fine. I just really hate hospitals, so the sooner we can get this all done the better, please?”

“Why do you hate hospitals?” Mila asked, as she began to wrap the cuff used for measuring blood pressure around Marie’s upper arm. It was a distraction technique, meant to make her comfortable by asking questions. Sitting down again, she began the machine. “You might feel a little tightness.”

#( conversation. )#( marie. )

melanie--james·:

“I’m much too old to go on that little rollercoaster.” Melanie gestured to the ride all of the young kids were getting on. “Though shooting some targets sounds like fun. Do you think we could win every prize?” She asked with eyebrows raised. “Oh, Milena, don’t involve yourself in my affairs.”

“I think you’re just making excuses.” Milena teased. “I think I could win every prize, I don’t know about you...” The hunter laughed, as she peered out once more at the stalls. “What else am I going to do? I’m so bored in this town.”

#( conversation. )#( melanie. )

berkeleyiswright·:

Berk watched as she inspected it; hospital visits were pretty routine with him. He got into dumb situations more than the average person, though, surprisingly, bone breaks were rare for him. “Yeah! Lead the way, doc!” He grinned, despite the pain. In the past, he’d been in much, much worse. This, while extremely uncomfortable, was almost nothing.

“You seem awfully chipper for someone who’s in a hospital.” Milena noticed, as she walked towards the triage room. “Don’t worry though, it’s very refreshing.” Especially when it came to Cresthill hospital, everyone usually came in screaming about an animal attack.. or vampires. “Here we are then!” She said, as she sat down at the desk and loaded up her computer screen. “What’s your name honey?”

#( conversation. )#( berkley. )

searching-phillip·:

As the stranger sat down in the last empty seat, he shook his head with a small smile. “My life story isn’t really worth writing about, though I wish it were. No, unfortunately I’m working on some financial statements for my business. Though, if you felt like reading about financial statements, I’m sure I could write a book on that,” Phillip chuckled a bit. Most of what he learned came from his father, though he couldn’t extend all the credit to him.

“That sounds dreadfully boring,” she replied with a smile. “However, I’m pretty sure that’s more interesting than what I’m planning to do.” The woman shrugged, as she dug inside her satchel and retrieved a book dedicated to vampirism. “I’m writing a thesis on the supernatural.” She lied. “Think I believe in Twilight too much.”

#( conversation. )#( phillip. )

melanie--james·:

“Why would I do that, love? I’m too old to have fun.” Melanie asked, putting the drawing into her pocket. She didn’t want to put away her stuff, but she knew that vampires could come by at any moment. She knew that the younger woman had their secrecy in mind.

“You’re never too old, Auntie Mel.” Milena smiled, as she peered out of the tent and towards the stalls. “It doesn’t have to be like funfair rides and things, we could just go and shoot some targets and win a cheap stuffed bear. George might be there..” She said, hoping to spark her aunt’s interest.

#( conversation. )#( melanie. )

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