They Call Me Spitfire

Kaden || Hunter || Twenty-Two Unaware Witch "When not even the wolves will look at you as though you are worthy of being devoured, consider yourself lucky."

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Louise&Kaden

[kadenquinn]

unforgiving-starz:

Louise was picking up her coffee before another day out. She was gunna meet with some talent later but she was happy to have a free morning. A woman asked her a question in which she was confused. “Feel what? I guess I didn’t.” 

“Huh, weird...” Kaden replied, purposely trailing off as she physically shook her shoulders. She didn’t want to think about what had happened recently, so perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her. That was something that happened, especially whenever she got really freaked out about things, and she would much rather have that be the case than the actual truth. “It was nothing though,” she continued as an afterthought, “Probably  just my imagination playing tricks on me or something.”

[kadenquinn]

Confessions || Anneliese&Kaden

[kadenquinn]

anneliesesvallejo:

Okay so Anneliese may have counted how many days it had been since she’d bounced into Kaden Kingsman’s smoothie bar of work, arms full of box which was full of every little shred of anything connected to that night stuffed in it. She’d even thrown in the notes she’d made, the crazy conspiracies scribbled in the corner of a notepad at 3AM after one too many cups of coffee. Had she been overly keen? Had the coffee cup ring marks on some of the articles and sketches made Kaden think that she was just some overly paranoid, overly suspicious, grief-ridden woman making things up because reality was just too painful to bear? … Okay so Anneliese may have also counted how many hours it had been since that day too. She hadn’t wanted to make this kind of a good impression since she’d auditioned for the lead in her eighth grade play. Needless to say that when her phone went off, she nearly dropped it into her cold cup of coffee trying to hit the screen properly. God damn touch screens. Kaden wanted to see her, about her story, about helping her. All the way over (and she did make more than a few wrong turns following the unhelpful directions given by her SAT-Nav) her head pounded and her heart raced. It could be nothing. It could be everything. She needed a minute. Anneliese sat in her car, taking in a deep breath before forcing herself out the door. She could do disappointment. She could handle rejection but hope? That was the real bitch. Her eyes looked around the exterior of the house after pressing the bell, still half expecting this all to be some sort of elaborate hoax. Or maybe a dream. When was the last time she’d slept anyway? Then Kaden Kingsman opened the door, a smile on her face (good sign, right?) and she said it. She actually said it. Left standing on the doorstep for a minute, her face frozen in her excited bewilderment, she quickly followed after her, surprised she wasn’t tripping over her own feet. “I uh, is everything okay? I mean, you’re okay? There weren’t any problems? If you heard anything from the station let me just be the first to say that Officer Gary is a vicious liar and highly oversensitive and –,” she paused, “Sorry. I’m kind of nervous.” Letting out a breath she sat herself down in the living room, unable to stay completely still, words still feeling the need to spill out of her. “This is a beautiful home. Your home- house, it’s nice. And you’ll be happy to know that you’re definitely not a serial killer. At least according to Google. I sort of Googled you. After we met that night… Should I have brought snacks? I don’t know if you liked the cupcakes I put in the box with all the stuff and I’m just going to stop talking and let you tell me the bad news. Good news? No, no just news. Okay… I’m ready.”

Judging from the two times that they had met previously, once late at night when they had both gotten off of work, and once again when Anneliese had stopped by her work to drop off all the information that she had, Kaden knew that she could be a bit high-strung. Well, maybe high-strung wasn’t the best word, perhaps talkative was more like it. Kaden had always been taught to restrict her words when possible, to allow others to talk themselves into situations as opposed to having to talk herself out of one, but still, she knew that Anneliese talked more than most. Then again, that could also just be the nerves.

She listened quietly as the older girl continued, allowing her to talk herself through her words before Kaden finally spoke. She didn’t want to seem like she was annoyed with Anneliese, she really wasn’t at all, but at the same time she was a very cut and dry, down to business person, so engaging in small talk wasn’t really something that she was good at. The thing was, now that Anneliese had stopped talking, Kaden wasn’t quite sure how to bring up what she wanted to talk about. It was stressful, especially if it meant breaking her own code, but at the same time there was something about Anneliese that she really liked, and more than anything she thought that she needed to know the truth.

At first she had thought that she would break the news to Anneliese about werewolves first. She could do that, and then she could ask her if the man she had found was the correct man, but, now that she thought about it, that didn’t really make sense. If the guy wasn’t who she thought it was, she had traveled down the wrong path, and if that was the case, she might be able to keep Anneliese in the dark about the supernaturals. That would always be for the best.

She pulled out her phone, quickly putting in the passcode before going to her photos. She had a physical copy of the picture too, but she wanted to keep that as the backup. Flipping through quickly, she got to the picture of the man. It wasn’t perfect, but it was the best that she could get in a short amount of time. She held the phone for a second longer than she needed before tearing her gaze away from it and towards Anneliese. “Is this your guy?” she questioned, holding the phone out for her to take. It was blunt, and perhaps she could have been more comforting, but Kaden also felt no point in waiting for answers that she could get immediately.

[kadenquinn]

Remember || Isabel&Kaden

Kaden had given herself a few days to think about everything that had happened, partially because she needed it, and partially because she just wanted to avoid the truth as much as possible. After everything that had happened with Derek, she was embarrassed, and of courses she felt like she was rightfully so. Even more than that was dealing with the fact that her other brother was now back in town--apparently summoned by Derek of all people too. Part of her was absolutely furious, but deep down she couldn’t help but feel relieved. After all, if Derek hadn’t called Zach, she had a feeling that he might possibly have never set foot in his home city again.

It had taken her a few days, but she had finally come to terms with the fact that she needed to talk to Derek. She knew that he would want to help her with magic, but she was ready to fight against him in regards to that. No, what she wanted help with was getting rid of her magic once and for all. Zachary might have found little wrong with it, but it was something deadly to Kaden in that she wouldn’t allow herself to live with it. Even more, she assumed that Andrew would feel the same. She wasn’t ready to lose her brother, and she would do whatever she could to fix this problem before he realized it was happening.

One of the first things that they had been taught about witches as hunters was that one of the main problems with witches were that they could give up their magic and had just decided not to. Witches were the most similar to human, and thus they were often the hardest for hunters to kill. From a young age, they had the differences pointed out to them so that they could come to terms with killing the supernaturals when they did. Kaden had nothing to prove against what she had been taught, so she assumed it was true. In her mind, getting rid of magic was as easy as probably just a quick ritual. She wanted to get it done that day.

Making her way to Derek’s house, she arrived at his front door before realizing that perhaps she should have texted ahead. She wasn’t even sure if he was home now that she thought about it, but since she was already there she figured that she’d rather check then just leave. She reached up and knocked on the door, hard enough that it would be easily heard throughout the apartment, before taking a half-step back to see if he would answer. She pulled out her phone, trying to look as nonchalant as she possibly could as waited.

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Triston&Kaden

[tristonscollfyld-blog]

“Oh, no, don’t underestimate the conservative nature of England,” Triston said, half a smile on his face. “Tea is.. Tradition. It’s the very core of our existence. Without tea, what are we?” he joked as he threw his hands up before breathing a laugh. Even though he was obviously overdoing it, it was true that tea time had always been special in England. Triston had lived through the introduction of tea, and the explosion of tea time, and even though it was a bit of an odd habit, it was also something he’d come to treasure. “Well, I can assure you I’ve met plenty of friendly New York citizens already, so I wouldn’t worry too much about the stereotypes,” he said with a dip of his head. 

Triston hadn’t spend much of his time in Brooklyn yet, but the parts he had seen of it seemed nice enough. When he thought about it, he realized that he hadn’t actually seen much of the city yet, even though he’d been here for quite some time now. He mostly just kept to himself, spending time in his apartment or in one of the coffee shops he’d discovered when he’d first moved here. He hadn’t even been to Times Square yet. “Brooklyn sounds nice,” he replied with a smile. He’d read a lot about New York, mostly on Manhattan but also on Brooklyn, and even though he’d mostly been there at night, brushing past it to go hunting, it seemed like an interesting part of the city to go and explore one day. “Oh, I uh, I moved here a while back. I’m fond of travelling, and I don’t usually stay in one place for too long, but I think I might stay here for a while. I like the city,” he admitted, not giving away the true reason of his prolonged stay.

[kadenquinn]

Kaden nodded in response as she had seen that same thing happen so many times. Even with tourists who would just come here for a week’s vacation, somehow, they ended up moving back months or years later, drawn in by the ever exhilarating thrill of the city. She personally had never known anything else, but she figured that New York was like a little world all its own. It wasn’t just a “city” it had sections and boroughs and it was just.... It was just so much more, at least to her. Especially Brooklyn, especially her home, “Brooklyn really is incredible,” she replied with a laugh, “Although my bias is insane so...”

She honestly felt really protective over the city after having her family hunt here for generations and generations, and perhaps that was why she was so passionate about it. She felt as if the city was her own, like in a way she was its protector. Although they had far from won the fight, they were still fighting it day in and day out for the family that they cared about. “I feel like that happens to lots of people,” she commented with a shrug, “It’s just kind of a city that people fall in love with.”

[kadenquinn]

Here is Home || Zachary&Kaden

[zacharykingsman-blog-blog-blog]

Zachary stopped in front of the steps to the house. He had taken the subway to get her and it had honestly felt like a dream. It had been so long and yet he remembered exactly which stop, he remembered which side of the street to get up onto to avoid the man at the magazine cart who always hassled you if you walked by without buying something, and he remembered the shortcut through the alley by the pizza place that he had taken as a kid. But now that he was standing on the steps the dream felt like it was turning into one where he’d forgotten pants or was about to open the door and be shot. 

He walked up the steps slowly, taking his time to mentally prepare to what he was sure was going to happen when he went inside, if his siblings even let him enter. He spun his bag off his shoulder and opened the front pocket, pulling out the key he hadn’t used in years and paused. Zachary understood why his siblings hated him, to an extent, but he at least hoped deep down that they would take him back after he talked with them. But he wasn’t under any sort of illusion that this first meeting would be a good one. 

He put the key in the lock and turned, hearing the door make just as much noise as it used to make. “Hello?” he said as he entered slowly, but as soon as he entered he could tell something was wrong. There were papers strewn everywhere as if a hurricane had torn through the house. Zachary immediately went into instinct. He had left because he had hated how his parents were putting them down a road to attack supernaturals unprovoked, but that didn’t mean that Zachary hadn’t retained the information on how to protect himself. He tensed immediately and went around the old house slowly. It didn’t seem like anyone was here but then he heard a noise coming from the room that he was afraid someone would be in. The door was right by the stairs, but it was always locked, except when a family member opened it when they made sure the house was secure. Zachary heard some rummaging however so he walked slowly to the door, and turned the handle finding it unlocked. He wasn’t sure which of his siblings he would find on the other side, but pulled it open anyway to find Kaden standing right behind it. 

He paused, his breath catching slightly so that he didn’t say anything right away. But then she spoke, without really looking up at him, and she called him by his twin brother’s name. Zachary stood still, “Kaden,” was all he could really come up with saying. It had been so long since he had seen her and her she was. Derek had told him that she wasn’t doing well and she did look like she’d been crying. He waited until she looked up at him before he spoke again, “Hi sis.” 

[kadenquinn]

It seemed that Kaden had officially reached the limit in regards to how much a person could cry at one time. Instead, she had been reduced to a numbing sadness, a sensation that was not only overwhelming, but seemed to put her entire body into a fog as well. She was sad and she was upset, but she was so much more than that. The brunette was just at a loss for words to describe how she truly felt. Her life was over, her entire idea of her existence had been dashed, and there was nobody there to attempt to pick up the pieces except for herself.

Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure why Andrew was there. Usually he at least contacted her before he came over to get something. He had been in a more intense hunting mood than even her lately, and she assumed that he was there to get bullets or a knife of some sort. She didn’t want to face him, she didn’t want him to see the condition that she was in because she didn’t want him to know what was going on. In fact, she was terrified of him finding out because of what he might do. Instead, she just wanted him to grab what he needed and then leave, the quicker that he was gone and she was alone again, the better.

She still hadn’t bothered to turn around, still just waiting for him to speak, when instead shock ran through her veins at his words. Most people couldn’t tell Andrew and Zachary apart looks wise, it was something that they had taken advantage of over their years, but Kaden had known them for literally her entire life. With the amount of everything that she knew about them, it would have been impossible for her to get them mixed up. All it took was one word, her name, to cause her to turn around, her body almost shaking although now from shock as opposed to the stress of the situation. Zach was here, Zach was here? It wasn’t possible. Even as she turned to look at him, noting that the shirt he was wearing was never something that Andrew would even put on, she still couldn’t believe that he was standing in front of her in the flesh.

“W-what?” she questioned initially, the shock present as she didn’t even have the energy to hide it, “Why are you here?” Had someone died and nobody told her? Was something wrong with Zach and he was coming to say his last goodbyes? He had cut them all out of his life years ago when he had fled the state for his own selfish reasons, she wouldn’t have believed in a million years that he would come back now. She didn’t move towards him, instead she took a step back after turning to face him. Kaden had been to hell and back over the past few days, and more than anything she felt extremely vulnerable. Zachary was her brother, but he was also a total stranger. They hadn’t spoken in years, and no matter what she had tried to do, he had cut her out. Part of her wanted to run and hug him, but the majority of her brain was telling her that defensive was best. She didn’t even know who he was anymore, and blood or not, she couldn’t trust anyone--especially not now.

[faye-chamberlain]

[leila-warner-blog1]

Laughing a bit, Leila shook her head. “No, I’ve just lived her almost my whole life. I actually went to community college and started working here.” She said as she poured the girls tea over ice and put the lid on it. “I guess I just have one of those familiar faces.” The brunette said handing the drink over. “That’s going to be $3.50.” 

[kadenquinn]

Kaden watched as the other girl prepared her tea, her mind still hunting as she tried to figure out where she knew the girl from--or if she knew her from anywhere at all. “Yeah, perhaps...” she replied with a smile, reaching into her bag to pull out cash instead of a card since it was only a couple of bucks. Still, she couldn’t help but be bothered by her uncertainty. “Here you go,” she added as she handed over the money, unable to erase the feeling from her mind.

[leila-warner-blog1]

“Yeah, no problem. It will be a few minutes.” She said as she turned towards the tea leaves. Putting them into the strainer and pouring hot water over it, Leila turned towards the girl. “Is there anything else I can get you?”

[kadenquinn]

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Kaden replied with a smile, silence falling between them as Kaden took a step awkwardly to the side. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she recognized the brunette in front of her, although from where she wasn’t sure. “Did you go to NYU a few years ago?” she questioned, quickly adding in, “Sorry, it’s just that you look familiar for some reason.” Was that creepy? Perhaps, but Kaden knew that if she didn’t ask that it would bother her later.

[leila-warner-blog1]

“Hi, welcome to the Daily Grind. What can I get you?”

[kadenquinn]

“Hi, can I just get a large blackberry tea... Iced, please?”

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Triston&Kaden

[tristonscollfyld-blog]

“Well, you know… Englishmen and their tea,” he joked, keeping the conversation as lighthearted as he could. Over the years, he’d picked up on several accents, but using one that wasn’t his mother tongue always felt fake to him, as if he was being undercover, and so he usually just talked without paying attention to how he sounded. The only thing he tried was to not sound like someone from the 1400′s, as that was just not natural for any regular young man. “Ah, I hail from the historic town of Colchester, in Essex,” he admitted. “In England,” he added, not sure if that had been obvious or not. “Are you.. From New York?” he asked returning the question. She looked like a native, but if there was one thing Triston had learned it was that you could never be sure in this city.

[kadenquinn]

“And here I thought that that was all just a stereotype, like New Yorkers and their impatience,” she paused momentarily, thinking over her words quickly before adding almost sheepishly, “Although, I suppose that I can see some truth in that stereotype as well.” New York was a fast-paced city, and Kaden thrived on it. The hustle and bustle stressed some people out, but with Kaden it just energized her. She supposed that it was because she grew up accustomed to it. When she had visited other places, everything had just seemed to move in slow motion, and a part of her had always wanted to get back into the race that was New York. 

A small part of her was actually relieved when he admitted he was English, it meant his accent was real and he wasn’t just some creep trying to pull off a fake accent. She had ran into quite a few individuals who pretended to be somebody that they weren’t in the city. A “Frenchman” who couldn’t even pronounce Paris with the proper accent, a man that was from “Los Angeles” and tried to claim that it was the capital of California, she swore that these people didn’t even try to do their research. “I am,” she replied with a smile, admittedly proud of being a native of the empire state, “Brooklyn born and raised.” Now that she was a part of this conversation, she felt like she needed to keep it going, at least to a point that felt like a more organic ending, “Are you just visiting, or actually a resident?” She was slightly concerned that she sounded too much like a speed dating contestant as she asked just question after question. Still, it was better than an awkward silence falling between them before feeling like she had to hastily excuse herself and dart away.

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Triston&Kaden

[tristonscollfyld-blog]

“Nice to meet you, Kaden Kingsman,” Triston said with a smile. He usually didn’t give out a last name, because as the years passed it was more and more dangerous to keep people from remembering it, unless he ran and settled somewhere else. He’d only been in New York for a while, and he felt safe, but that didn’t mean he wanted people to go snooping around on the internet looking for any Triston Scollfylds out there. No, better to just keep it to Triston. “You’re welcome. I may be biased, but I can guarantee you it’ll work. Tea always works,” he said as he dipped his head down. He loved drinking tea; it reminded him of home and, more importantly, it kept his body warm, an important part of keeping up the facade. 

[kadenquinn]

“You sound like you know from experience,” Kaden commented nonchalantly, glancing in his direction before taking a sip of her coffee. Was it a bit too direct of a statement? Perhaps, but she also knew that it would be one that was easy to deflect since all he needed to do was confirm or deny with a single word. New York was a place filled with people from various other cultures and countries, and, being a native herself, she had become pretty good at picking up on outsiders over the years. Whether it was based on the way that they spoke or the way that they acted, it wasn’t hard to differtiate between someone that was NYC born and raised, and someone who was a newer transplant to the city. “Where are you originally from?” she questioned, her curiosity getting the best of her and figuring that she was able to ask a more personal question since he had introduced himself to begin with.

[kadenquinn]

Shake the Earth || Kevin&Kaden

[nothingbonaboutit-blog]

He was right; she was pretty. Shame he really wasn’t in the mood to be bringing out that nice guy charm he had managed to perfect for special occasions. Kevin watched her closely as she attempted to catch her breath, choosing to grip her arms tightly against the wall rather than her throat. Had she been a guy, he would have probably gone for the throat. It wasn’t that he didn’t think a girl could handle it, but he was just… old fashioned? He hurt so many men on a weekly basis, but hurting girls was just so foreign to him. It was wrong.

The word ‘werewolf’ fell from her lips and she quickly regained his full attention. How had she known? He was careful. He was always careful. She couldn’t possibly know just from looking at him. Right? Kevin’s hands gripped tighter around her arms as his eyes narrowed; he hadn’t seen her reaching into her jacket. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”

[kadenquinn]

Kaden kept her eye contact directly with the werewolf in front of her. She figured that if she kept her gaze steady, that he would be less likely to notice any major movement around her jacket area. His grip on her arms tightened, and she tightened her grip on the handle all the same. Her adrenaline had already been pumping as it always did on a hunt, but after nearly losing him and now this, she could practically feel the world around her slowing down as her body went into overdrive.

Ever since she had gone to Derek’s, ever since he had showed her what he had found, she had been a mess, and this hunt had been a way of trying to solidify herself back to being who she had been for years. She was a hunter, a good one at that, and more than anything she was not supernatural. Killing one of them in her mind was the only way to officially prove to herself which side she truly stood on.

Plus, if worse came to worse and she ended up failing, if maybe this wolf was stronger than she had considered and it ended up not going too well for her, perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world. Most hunters made sure to end it after the first hint of vampirism or being a werewolf, she just wasn’t brave enough to do that on her own.

Her arms were held tightly, but her legs were not. “No questions,” she growled, as she brought her knee up, as a way of attempting to distract him from her movement for a moment. She wanted to guarantee that she made a strong enough hit that the pain would cause his grip on her arms to momentarily wane. That moment of pain, no matter how short, would at least give her time to get a bit of movement back, and just enough time to withdraw the knife fully for best possible usage.

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Triston&Kaden

[tristonscollfyld-blog]

The girl in front of him looked positively worried, which in its turn worried Triston. He knew that witches– experienced witches, could easily sense out a vampire, but this girl seemed too young and too panicked to be an experienced witch. Maybe he was reading too much into this, and she was just a girl, getting a cup of coffee and not feeling too well. Frowning, he nodded when she spoke of exhaustion. He didn’t think she was a witch, but still.. It couldn’t hurt to have connections. “Well in that case, you’re probably safe with a cup of coffee. Though you should consider a cup of tea and a good night’s sleep as well,” he said with a smile. He was British, he’d always defend tea. “I’m Triston, by the way,” he added when she didn’t immediately reply.

[kadenquinn]

Kaden had shot back a quick smile at his advice, not really knowing what to say in response, but admittedly making a mental note of it all the same, when the male, Triston, continued to speak. It was slightly out of the ordinary, mostly because it seemed that, especially in the morning, Kaden had the type of face that would make people practically cross the street to make sure that they didn’t interact with her. Some people called it a resting bitch face, Kaden just called it not wanting to be awake so early in the morning. Still, she wasn’t one to be rude, even when surprised, so she turned her attention back to him. “Kaden Kingsman,” she replied back with a smile, pausing momentarily before deciding to add, “Thanks for the advice.” Although she wouldn’t have acknowledged it before, now that they were officially speaking, she thought it best to actually address what he had said to her, especially when it was sound advice.

[kadenquinn]

Polarize || Matthew&Kaden

[mtreadwell-blog]

“‘V’ true, ‘v’ true.” He says with a short nod, somehow withdrawing himself to such a state of hip post-modernism he’s able to confidently transfer text slang into spoken language. “Though something tells me if anybody other than that guy had that, they’d obtain diabetes on the spot and quickly enter a state of Kussmaul breathing. Death by espresso – was it Shakespeare who wrote that?” He listens to her compliment how good he was at advice (which again – never happens), and he shrugs, taking another bite of his hash browns. After he’s chewed enough to speak without resembling a volcanic eruption, he replies. “That’s about as deep as I get for such an early morning interaction. It’s not like one of those ‘pay a quarter to hear your fortune’ type of deals–”

[kadenquinn]

Kaden shrugged as she adjusted her weight from one foot to the other. “Well, I’ll take what I can get,” she admitted with a small smile, referring to the fact that he claimed to be able to give very little advice in the morning. In general, Kaden had few people that she could actually get advice from, in fact, most of the time her “advice” she received was all from her own mind. Even if it was just one little thing told to her by a stranger in a coffee shop, it was still something that she would be able to hold onto, and a bit of outside advice that she could take for her own as she continued to struggle with the changes in her life.

[kadenquinn]

Here is Home || Zachary&Kaden

The cold metal of the cabinet she was leaning against felt like it had etched its outline permanently into her skin with how long she had been sitting against it. The cool metal, which she had once admired for its clean and sharp appearance, now looked like nothing but cold isolation as Kaden sat surrounded by the chrome of the room. She wasn’t sure how long she had been down here; hours, days, time itself seemed to be nothing but a distant entity with the depth in which she had been embroiled in her thoughts. 

She had arrived home from Derek’s an absolute mess, which was unsurprising due to what had happened.After throwing a few things around the house, mainly her phone which now laid abandoned upstairs and the contents of nearly every table or counter in the house onto the floor, Kaden had had another tearful breakdown before she had walked into the secret room of the house. It wasn’t necessarily a secret, it was marked by a door that could be seen by anyone clear as day, but it was a door that was always locked and that nobody entered into unless it was strictly family within the four walls of the home.

Arriving in the room that was dedicated to the stash of the Kingsman hunting legacy, Kaden had broken down once again--most likely a continuation of the breakdown that she had experienced when she trashed the house. At some point she had grabbed a knife, wanting to do what she should have done, but it was no use. she couldn’t do it, and now she was twirling that same nice in her fingers as she sat there. Her current actions, or lack thereof, were currently doing nothing to assist in her situation. At the same time though, they were doing nothing to hurt her either.

A part of Kaden had considered going back into the normal part of the house and continuing to clean it, but a larger part of her had decided that she never wanted to move again. She was content with giving into that majorly depressed side of herself when she heard a key turn the front lock of the house. Andrew, she knew it automatically, the Kingsman family members were the only people that had keys to the house, and Andrew was the only one besides herself left.

She listened as she footsteps echoed through the house, observing the sounds closely to determine where her brother was, before she heard him approaching the door that she was behind. With a turn of the handle it was opened, and before she gave her brother a chance to speak, Kaden cut right in. “What do you want, Andrew?” she questioned, hyper aware of her utterly frazzled appearance, and hoping that tonight would not be a night he wanted to play parent and ask twenty questions.

[kadenquinn]

Confessions || Anneliese&Kaden

Kaden still wasn’t exactly sure what had prompted her to help Anneliese, but after the brunette had brought in an entire thing of information the day after they had spoken, she was glad that she had. Hunting itself was built upon the philosophy of helping those that couldn’t help themselves, and Anneliese had had her life directly changed by a werewolf. She deserved help from someone who could give it to her properly. After finding out information that Kaden knew was pertinent, mainly the fact that she was fairly certain that she might have gotten a hit on the identity of the wolf responsible, she had invited Anneliese over to her Brooklyn home to look over it. After all, a sketch was one thing, but the brunette’s memory was so much more. 

Kaden hadn’t changed the interior at all since her parents had died, it still looked just like the family home that her siblings and herself had grown up in, but being the only one living there now meant that she had a habit of leaving things out around the house on occasion. She had tidied up quickly, making sure that there were no bullets or vervain lying about, and had only been left waiting a few minutes before there was a ring of the doorbell and she had stood to answer it. “Hey, thanks for coming,” she had smiled as she opened the door, purposely not saying “come in” after years of having the words practically erased from her vocabulary due to threat of vampires. “I had some information, but I wanted to go over it with you in person,” she had begun, walking towards the living room to sit down as Anneliese joined her.

[kadenquinn]

Years of War || Travis&Kaden

[travis-murray]

“I see,” Travis replied, suddenly unable to shake the feeling that she knew more than she was letting on. However, there was nothing much he could do at this point. 

He sensed her great reluctance at his offer to escort her and decided to drop it. There was no point doing something against someone’s wishes. Travis was quite ready to let her go and resume his patrol of the area.

“Thank you so much for your cooperation, miss. There is one thing though,” he paused. 

His streak of irrationality which had been gone for so long had returned. Travis knew he hadn’t actually seen anything, but decided to take a gamble despite not knowing what he was looking for. He did suspect that the woman had some sort of weapon underneath her jacket.

“Miss, you do know that it is illegal to carry a objects with the intent to use it as a weapon against another?” he went on a limb, nodding towards her jacket. 

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Kaden instantly tensed at his words, her positivity at the police officer for finally letting her walk away becoming dashed as he addressed the knife hidden within her jacket. Her posture turned defensive as she solidified herself where she stood, turning to face the man head on.

She eyed him carefully, her eyes brushing over him as she tried to determine how much of a threat he was. She knew that he had a weapon, and fortunately for her she only had a knife on her. Since the situation was calm now and there was a good amount of distance between them, she would never have been able to make it towards him before he was able to get his gun. Even so, the last thing that she wanted was to have to escape from the NYPD or get in a confrontation with a member of it. She was supposed to remain outside of the scope of police knowledge, they were never even supposed to know that she really existed outside of being an average citizen, and it was against her code to do harm to a human anyway.

The brunette knew that she could have gone with the typical “I don’t know what you’re talking about”, but she had a feeling that that would only lead to a situation where he decided to prove his point. Instead, she tried to appeal to the emotional side of him, betting on the fact that he would take pity on her if she tried to make her claim seem innocent enough. “I just witnessed a person in this city get murdered at an event I was at,” she prompted as a response, “I highly doubt that my attempts at protecting myself are the biggest problem that you’re facing right now.” Of course, there was also the fact that people with no weapons experience often had their weapons turned against them in situations where they needed to use them. She was far past just confident with a knife, but that was also a contrast to the character she was trying to come off as now--scared, nervous, and desperate to make sure that she was safe. Something that she realized now was far from the person she just was when she had refused his escort. Shit.