Despite knowing the existence of the supernatural, of werewolves and vampires and witches and demons, Kylie knew there were no such things as ghosts. At least, not the type of ghosts you see in the movies, that you could see and interact with.
That knowledge was tested the minute Kylie saw Andie walking down the street.
She had to be dreaming. Or this was a hallucination. Or something.
âAndie?â she called out, just in case, taking a few steps forward. It couldnât be . . . could it?
âMy picture?â Simon asked confused, why would she be comparing him to a picture of any kind. When she presented the form from her purse he looked over it. His adoption papers or a copy of them at least. It was all there though. Name Before the Adoption: Simon Kelly Kaplan. Name After the Adoption: Simon Kelly Tolch. Date of Birth: February 2, 1998. Age: 7 months. As well as his adoptive parents names and signatures and the rest of the necessary filled in information. âWhy do you have this?â he asked, âDid my parents send you?â he added the question, wondering now if they were still looking for him, even though heâd done enough to make them believe he was dead.Â
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âSort of,â Kylie said, watching him closely. âYour bio dad is my bio dad. Youâre my half-brother. Nobody sent me, but Dad told us recently that heâd had an affair . . . and when I took this DNA test your name came up with these adoption papers. Iâve been looking for you. Iâm Kylie.â She stuck her hand out, knowing this was probably a lot to dump on him all at once, but she wasnât without her manners.
âI didnât leave a note because I knew youâd go after me.â Caleb said without even needing a moment to think about his words. âYouâre right, we were partners, and you almost died because of that. Because of me. Did you ever stop to think that I donât need the death of another person who didnât deserve it on my hands? Jesus fucking Christ, Ky I already see the faces of enough people when I sleep, I didnât need to see yours too.âÂ
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âYou think I didnât know what I was getting into when I decided to help you? Who was the one whoâd bandaged you up after every fight? Took care of you when you were too injured to move? I knew the risks. I accepted the risks. That was the whole fucking point! That we were risking it together. But you fucked that all away without even talking to me about it.â Kylie inhaled sharply, reaching for the scar that ran across her neck, a souvenir of that last mission. âSo donât try to fucking guilt me into feeling sorry for you, because I donât.â
âWeâre closing down for lunch in about 10 minutes.â Simon repeated, âIâm the only one on shift right now, so I canât leave the store open while Iâm gone.â he explained. âAre you okay? I donât have something on my face, do I?â he asked, her long moment of staring at him not having gone unnoticed.
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âNo, sorry, I was just comparing you to your picture,â Kylie said, reaching into her purse to pull out the adoption record sheâd found during her sleuthing. She held it out to Simon. âThis is you, right?â
âOh umâŠâ She looked back at the flyer and then nodded at the young woman. âSorry I just havenât done this kind of thing before. Every time I tried to sign up for something or find a trainer it fell through.â
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âItâs never too late to learn,â Kylie said, opening the door and gesturing for Amelia to step through in front of her. âWhat kind of budget are you working with? I have several classes throughout the week. Thereâs my basic self-defense class, which I do Mondays and Thursdays, and then I have a Krav Maga class on Tuesdays and Fridays, which goes into more complex and advanced styles of self-defense and fighting. The basic is sixty for the month, which includes four classes, but if you want to take two classes a week itâs only twenty pounds more. For the Krav Maga, itâs one hundred for the month for four classes, and thirty pounds more if you take two classes a week.â
Gyms werenât typically Calebâs thing. He preferred finding other forms of exercise and training, but still found himself going to Bodyworks once a week or so. He was just looking for some weight training, when he was being smacked across the face. It took him a moment to register just who had done the smacking, and he reached his hand up just in time to catch her wrist before palm connected to face again. âIf I stayed youâd be dead.â he said letting her hand go. âI did what I had to do.â
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âDonât you fucking try and pull that âfor-your-own-goodâ bullshit on me,â Kylie said, incensed by his words. âWe were a team. We were . . . we were partners. You donât leave your partner behind! Youâre a coward, Caleb Novak.â She looked him over with disgust. âYou didnât even have the balls to leave a note.â
Simon looked up when he heard the bell above the door ring, signaling that someone had entered the record shop. âWelcome to Right Roundâ he greeted, before continuing âjust so you know weâre closing up for the next hour in about 10 minutes., and let me know if you need help finding anything.â
Kylie stared at Simon for a long moment, studying him and thinking he both did and didnât look like the photo sheâd seen of him as a child. He still had all the freckles, at least.
âSorry, what was that?â she asked when she realized heâd said something.
Kylie watched as a guy yelled at a young woman whoâd accidentally appeared to cut him in line. He stormed forward when it appeared the woman wasnât listening, and Kylie hurried over before he could reach her. She grabbed the manâs wrist and twisted it to the side. âYou touch her and youâre dead,â she said, calmly yet coldly.
Wincing, the man nodded and she released him. Turning to the woman, she tapped her shoulder, signing on a hunch, âsorry, but the line starts back there.â
âSon of a bitch,â Kylie muttered when she saw whoâd just walked into Bodyworks. Ignoring the fact that she could very well get fired for this, she walked over and smacked Caleb Novak right across the face. âThatâs for leaving me in the hospital to recover alone, asshole.â She went to hit him again. âAnd this is for disappearing on me.â
âLook who it is, the big boss himself,â Kylie said with a faint smirk as she saw Anthony step over to the water coolers. âHowâs it going?â she nodded to him as she took a drink.
âAre you gonna just stand there or are you going to come in?â Kylie asked the girl lingering outside Bodyworks. âMy class is about to start if thatâs what youâre interested in.â She gestured to the flyer taped to the window advertising her self-defense classes. âThat is what you were looking at, right?â She grinned knowingly.
We have been waiting for a while, but KYLIE WESTON was finally spotted in the village today. People heard whispers that she is a HUMAN that is hellbent on [ avoiding ] the veils. Will she succeed? Only time can tell. Until then we will keep a close eye on her as she listens to âINVINCIBLEâ by KELLY CLARKSON.
FULL NAME: Kylie Parker Weston
NICKNAMES:Â Ky
FACECLAIM: Aisha Dee
BIRTHDATE: November 8, 1996 [24]
SPECIES: Human
IDENTITY: Cis Female, She/Her
ORIENTATION: Pansexual
OCCUPATION: Personal Trainer/Self-Defense Instructor
BIRTHPLACE:Â Sydney, Australia
RESIDENCE: Wildemount, England
~ THE BIOGRAPHY ~
(( tw: violence, murder))
Born in Australia, Kylie had a fairly normal upbringing. Her childhood was full of Barbies and football, and she was oblivious to the supernatural. However, she always wanted more out of her life, a chance to explore the world and find her true purpose, so she decided to go to Wales for university for something different, choosing at random, and left home at eighteen.
It was in Wales that she had her first encounter with the supernatural. A vampire attacked her on her way home from a night class. Before she really knew what was happening, a boy appeared and killed them right in front of her eyes. After going into a shock for a few minutes, she begged the boy to tell her everything about the supernatural and to teach her how to fight, offering to help him out in whatever way he wanted. After she was suitably trained, he asked her to keep an eye on the hunters in town and to let him know their plans.
Filled with a sense of purpose for the first time, Kylie infiltrated the hunters as one of their own and reported back to the boy, Caleb. She found the work exhilarating and liked the fact that she was saving lives. However, she didnât know that Caleb was killing the hunters. She found out months later, when the hunters caught on to the fact that she was informing on them. They attacked her, blamed her for the deaths of their comrades, and slit her throat.
She lived only because of Caleb. He got her to a hospital in time for them to save her life, but when she woke up, unable to speak and weaker than sheâd ever been, Caleb was gone. He never returned.
Slowly, Kylie recovered and gained her voice back with therapy. She met a young woman named Andie in one of her classes and they struck up a friendship. She tried to put her past behind her and move on, eventually falling in love with her new friend. They began dating and Kylie was happy again.
Then, tragedy struck. Andie disappeared one night. Witnesses said they saw her attacked by a man, left for dead. Investigators found no sign of either the girl or the man.
Unable to take living in this town anymore that held so many painful memories, Kylie left and came to Wildemount, hoping for a small town life where she could help other young woman learn the ways of self-defense, never wanting what happened to her or Andie to happen again, to anyone.
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