OLIVER FELL

[thesecretwitchmaeve]

Maeve had never expected to have such mixed emotions about another town. She'd grew up in Mystic Falls for a while, and people coming here were bringing up all of her past feelings that she had somehow managed to bury. She blamed nobody but herself for everything she left behind she just felt it was best. But she never thought she'd have to deal with it again. With the last time she was in Mystic Falls spinning around in her head the brunette needed an out. She needed to be at one with the nature it was the only time she felt safe, she was drawn to it. She walked for a while before coming to a small bridge that moved over a stream. Sitting herself down she dangled her legs over the edge watching the water flow downward stream. Resting upon the frame of the bridge looking up at the sparkling stars in the night sky. Her thoughts were taken from her as she heard a noise behind her. ''Don't worry i'm not planning to go for a swim.'' she sighed. ''Sorry if i'm intruding your spot, I needed a place to think.''

[olifell]

After the party, Oliver had been on a somewhat downward spiral, considering every possible dilemma he may now face. He had triggered his werewolf curse, meaning in a matter of a few weeks, eh would experience his first full moon. To make matters worse, he had absconded the moment Juniper had found him, leaving friendships he held dear up to question. To make matters worse, he knew nothing about the so called 'heritage' that he had, not knowing how to prepare or protect those he cared about from him during the full moon. He felt his family had set him up for failure, protecting him from the knowledge which would inevitably protect him now. He had chosen to take a walk, providing clarity and insight to his mind as the cool air hit his skin. He needed some time to think, hoping he would come up with some ideas in response to the change of scenery. As he approached a nearby stream, he appreciated the peace, the sound of trickling water was enough to disguise the sound of another -- at least for a moment. As she spoke, he somewhat jumped, eyes darting to her defensively before softening when he realised who it was. It had been a long time, but not long enough for him to forget. "Maeve?"

[sashakeable]

"i honestly think that's an excellent idea. the majority of us are still new to town, it doesn't hurt to do our research and see what this place is really about. i mean, if it's anything like mystic falls, we should be prepared. hell, we might even be surprised."

[olifell]

"Depends if we will be pleasantly surprised , or unpleasantly." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. In truth, he just wanted ideas to keep him and others safe during the full moon and was running out of ideas of where to look or research.

[fknlight]

francesca stayed out of the stranger's head the best she could out of courtesy but could feel that he was anxious about something and decided to take a seat next to him to help with his research, she had questions of her own about this strange town. "well, i'll join ya' then if that's okay, i came to do some of my own research and i could use a study buddy." she told him with a small smile as she grabbed a book from his pile and began skimming through it.

[olifell]

He was distracted, fearful of the next full moon. He knew it was not long away, and he was not prepared for what he would endure, or what he could do to protect others. The females presence was somewhat calming, and he appreciated the distraction. "What research have you done exactly? All I can find are myths, or 'supposedly'" He smirked, tilting his head. He was not sure if she was in the know, and would not test the water too much.

[vikingwithfangs]

eric could smell the wolf from across the room and he could never pass down an opportunity to push one's buttons. the vampire chuckled as he grabbed a book from the man's pile and began skimming through it as if he actually cared at all about what the man was reading about. "ooh is the big bad wolf preparing for his first full moon or something? scary stuff." he teased quietly with a smirk, as to avoid any humans listening in. he didn't encounter many wolves in his lifetimes but he could tell when they were new - he could almost smell the fear and agitation fuming off of them and it was humorous to him.

[olifell]

The moment the other echoed his words, Oliver remained silent. He was considering his next move, anger coursed through him, hands gripping the book a little tighter than intended, the fabric tearing slightly at the grip. How did he know what he was? He was barely sure himself, and yet -- he somehow sensed his species. "What do you want?" He spoke bluntly, eyes narrowing as he heaved a sigh. "I don't need, whatever you are, making things worse." He warned, a slight growl in his tone.

[ewnotstiles-a]

"well you've definitely come to the right place if you want to know about the town. i've lived here all of my life and i know almost every book in the town archive like the back of my hand." stiles spoke, grinning widely at the other male. the statement had perhaps been the dorkiest he'd ever used as a humble brag. "oliver, right? bea's brother?" he smiled. beatrice and stiles had been the best of friends when they were little, before her family married into that of the other male and headed off to mystic falls.

[olifell]

He was happy to hear someone who was local, was keen to help. He noticed a small segregation between new and old residents, perhaps out of fear of the unknown. He was keen to get to know people, wanting to embrace his new start as much as he could, despite his setbacks. His brows knitted together at the mention of Bea, wondering how he knew her. "That's right -- how do you know Bea?" He smiled a little, perhaps a little cautiously , protective of his family.

[thatbennettwitch]

Bonnie sighed, the welcome event hadn't exactly gone to plan. But there was still something about this town that was making her feel uneasy. Looking towards the other as they spoke. ''I'm trying to gather some information myself, there's just a lot that doesn't make sense. I'm seeing a few things about a family called the Hales but, not a lot more.'' she shrugged. ''Have you found anything interesting., please tell me you have something because my head hurts.''

[olifell]

Eyebrows furrow together at her words, perhaps a little too curious about her statement. "What exactly doesn't make sense?" He knew he had no business asking, but she had intrigued him. "The Hales? Aren't there myths about them being wolves?" He laughed it off, but deep down, this was something he needed to learn more about. "I'm afraid not much -- something to do with different types of werewolves, so were coyotes and so forth." He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

[olifell]

"I'm just trying to keep busy, and if it means researching the town we now live in, then so be it. Besides, it's kind of interesting." Deep down, Oliver wanted to learn more about werewolves, to prepare fully for what was to come. He was feeling out of sorts, anger was heightened, and he had begun alienating his friends , in fear of judgement or being found out. He knew the town had hunters, and he was preparing as best he could for the next full moon.

[olifell]

do you believe in fate?

"In truth, I do -- after triggering my werewolf curse, I think it was just a matter of time. I just hope fate holds more positive things for me in future."

[jvnipxrs]

ocean hues watched intently as oliver's eyes closed, obviously focusing on the feeling of her pulse beneath his fingertips, using the sound to calm himself. juniper would give him all the time in the world, patience was something that she would an expert at. if he did not feel like revealing all to her in this moment, if he needed time to process things alone, she would allow him just that. all that mattered in this moment was the comfort of the man before her. the man whom she held so close to her heart. juni noticed his breathing slowing, and felt his focus drifting back to the present, away from the thoughts that were fit to burst from his mind.

then, he began to speak. the young witch took in the words, and she resonated with them. her grandmother had told her those very same things when she revealed that she was a witch. hence, why she had never told oliver of any of it. hell, she hadn't even told him the real cause of her parents death, she had told him that it was a mystery, that even their family did not know what happened. in truth, they found themselves caught in the midst of a war with a rival coven of witches, and lost their lives because of it. but how could one tell someone that without them thinking they were crazy?

when he finished speaking, his hands falling away from her face, juniper quickly shook her head. "oli, you're not making any sense.. what's going on? what didn't your parents want you to tell anyone?" the woman spoke softly, peering up into his eyes. when he mentioned her not being safe with him anymore, her brows furrowed. "please don't say that. don't push me away. i- i want to help you.."

[olifell]

He felt he was doing everything to deter her, for her to see the real parts of him he had kept encased. He had hidden too much from her, and he figured this was why they had never been together. However, to tell her, put her at immense risk, especially now that he had triggered his curse. He could not bare for her to be put in harms way for him, he would not forgive himself for it.

Hands gently moved to hold hers, entwining his fingers with hers, knowing he would perhaps not get it again. The warmth of her skin, reducing his anxieties for at least a moment. He wanted to be upfront with her, to let her into the secrets his family held. But -- for a moment, he knew this was selfish. This was for his gain, not for hers. However, doubts remained in his mind now after what he had seen. Either he was confused following what happened, or she had a secret of her own. "How did you make him disappear?" He asked again, not wanting to let her get away without telling him.

"My family told me if I kill, I will end up a monster , they weren't wrong about that." Hands came to leave hers, rubbing his face in frustration. He did not know what to tell her, or what she would even believe. "I am bad news, especially now I have done that -- I don't know what you do, or don't believe about this town, but it isn't just humans, okay? God, I must sound insane!"

[jvnipxrs]

the young witch closed her eyes tightly and took a sharp breath, hearing the male's voice behind her. he spoke the nickname, and it made her heart ache. dainty hands balled into small fists as then finally plucked up the courage to turn and face him. she noted the way he cradled his head, and she could practically sense the countless thoughts that were whirling inside his mind. all she could piece together thus far is that oliver had somehow been the cause of this person's death. she knew that he had always had a hot temper, it was one of the main reasons that their relationship never worked out, but she had never expected him to bring harm to another person.

the blonde shook her head, then slowly took a step toward him, immediately taking hold of his hands and drawing them away from his head, moving them to rest on her own face, making him cup her cheeks, positioning his fingertips against the side of her neck, pressing gently on her pulse point. "focus on me, alright? just slow your breathing, calm your mind." she said, keeping her eyes firmly focused on his. "what i did does not matter, that can wait. what matters right now is you. now tell me what happened."

[olifell]

Oliver has many thoughts dashing around his mind, many concerns, many fears -- all clouding his judgement and make it hard to think. He wanted peace, but something always disturbed it no matter on his attempts. He wanted a quiet life, away from the drama and yet, he had triggered his curse, causing a lifetime of misery to come. He had never told Juniper about the curse, not wanting to appear different, or divert her attentions elsewhere. He already knew she was drifting, and now this would only be worsened by what he had done.

Feeling her skin, eyes flicker closed for a moment, breathing slower, focusing on the sound and feeling of her pulse. He finds words are difficult, and no matter hard he tried to express what had happened, he fell short. Once his breathing settled slightly, be managed to speak. "My family told me not to say anything , that I would be judged for who I am." His thumbs gently caress her cheek. "I didn't wish to lie to you, about who I am -- but what I have just done has made things a lot worse. You're not safe with me anymore." He warned, hands drooling from her face to rest in his pockets.

[jvnipxrs]

ocean hues flicked between the body on the floor, to the man whom at point point, or several points, had held her heart. lashes fluttered, seeing the panic laced within his features. his attempt to be cruel, to force her away, fell on deaf ears. juniper knew him too well to know that everything was not as it seemed, that he was not okay. swallowing hard, she took another step toward him. she heard his panic stricken words and watched as he began to pace, his hands moving through his hair. "oli.. hey.. just take a breath. we'll figure this out." juniper thought for a moment, gnawing on her bottom lip. the young witch picked up on the chatter just outside the alley and took a breath. there were people coming, and they would likely see the body on the floor. her mind began to race, recalling a spell that she'd seen in one of her grandmother's many grimoires.

"i.. i did not want you to find out this way but.. we have no choice." the witch inhales deeply, then takes a step closer to the body, laying her hands out flat, palms facing down. she began to murmur the soft words that were engraved on her mind, the incantation of a cloaking spell. it was only a temporary fix, to give the both of them more time to think. her hands moved in slow circles as she continued to speak the words. magic pulsed from her hands, creating a cloak around the body, making it disappear. the spell was complete, but juniper did not dare turn around, for she did not want to see the look on oliver's face.

[olifell]

He was beginning to contemplate his actions, judging every move he had made and dwelling upon how this would effect his life. His father had warned him, his anger had been spiralling and he had proposed anger management. Of course, stubbornly Oliver had denied it and revolted against any form of intervention. He only wishes he had listened now, as the lifeless tenement laid against the cold concrete beneath them. He had stolen a life, not to mention what this would do for the curse he had now broken.

Quivering hands clutched his jacket, moving to wipe the residue blood against it. He was rough in approach, trying to hide evidence of his wrongdoings. Eyes flicker upwards to meet hers, fearing what she had seen in him, and how this would change things. There had never been a right time for them but he had hoped, some time in future, this would change. Now? There was no chance she would be with a monster -- a killer.

He watched her movements, brows furrowing together at her words. He could not distinguish them, they did not sound English. "Juni--" He watched as the figure vanished, eyes widening as he stepped back to gain clarity -- hands raised to hold his head, already throbbing from the ordeal. "What -- what did you do? What did I do?"

[reluctantfell]

"eres un idiota? i'd rather not get zapped by lighting and have bride of frankenstein hair for the rest of my life." she scoffed loudly, eyes rolling before a small smirk came to her lips. "but i guess it would zap you first seeing as you're taller."

[olifell]

His eyes rolled, nudging her lightly in retaliation. "Growing up around you surely caused my idiocy." He retorted, a smirk remaining on his lips. "Besides, how likely is it to get struck by lightening?"

[just-a-pole-sir]

[jvnipxrs]

right place wrong time had been a theme from the very beginning of her and oliver’s relationship.. if you could even call it that? they had been on again off again lovers for quite some time and yet, it never seemed to work. nor did it ever end well. juniper couldn’t remember the amount of times the two of them had each broken the other’s heart, yet somehow they always ended up finding one another again. tonight was no different. right place.. wrong time. juniper knew something was wrong the moment she saw oliver make a hasty exit from the town hall. she had chosen to follow him, her emotional connection to the male driving her movement. leaving the building, she managed to find him outside, watching from afar as he took what looked to be a short cut to his home.

juniper was a few moments behind him, and as she rounded the corner, she heard a sickening sound of cracking bones, and watched the body fall limp to the floor. her eyes shot wide, her lips parting. she took a few steps closer, her heart racing as she tried to get a look at the body on the ground, pleading inwardly for it not to be oliver. the voice that came from the figure whom was hunched over the body, was that of familiarity. her heart skipped a beat, relieved for a moment.. then her relief turned sour, forming a slight hint of fear. “O-Ol..” she stammered the nickname, her heart racing as she took a few steps closer. “Hey.. hey.. it’s alright.. it’s just me. You’re okay..” her pace quickened, her fear immediately being replaced by her concern for him, and her want to help him.

[olifell]

Once tensed fists loosened, letting the body hit the ground with an almighty thumb, trembling hands replaced the once hard exterior. He wanted to cry, but in fear tears did not fall. He was panic stricken, every emotion on overdrive at the display he had created. How would he tidy this mess? How would he hide this from his parents? His family? Bea? He was beginning to panic more, only increased upon the realisation that June had seen. Noting the change of her voice caused a crack in his own, a hand moving to push her gently away from the scene of his crime. "June -- I don't want you here." He swallowed hard, not hoping to upset her , but perhaps cruelty would deter her of seeing his wrong doing.

Too late -- noting her eyes on the figure beneath them, his lip trembled slightly, before he swallowed the lump in his throat. "I-- I don't know what happened." A hand moved through his hair, tugging lightly at it as he breathed out in panic. "What have I done

[youthcursed]

her clothes had barely dried from the down pour she had waken to and there was a stranger from a world and time she hadn't gotten familiar yet suggesting to get back out there again. it was a god given blessing she had even found shelter to begin with, where was she even supposed to go to. " i am not afraid, merely curious. where is it you propose to go to? "

[olifell]

He exhaled, gnawing down on his bottom lip as he noticed the girl. She appeared cold, almost instinctively he took off his jacket and passed this to her. He did not wish for her to catch a cold, and his father had instilled manners in him from a young age. "I don't know -- maybe for some food somewhere?"

[olifell]

@reluctantfell

"I was going to venture home -- fancy taking the risk with me?" He smiled at her, tilting his head. His mind was preoccupied, despite his best efforts to distract himself. His anger was overcoming him again, the curse that has taunted him for some time.

[olifell]

He had ventured out of the town hall in a hurry, aiming to make his way home and steer clear of others. He was feeling equally irritable, blindsided by the anger he felt that coursed through him. Some nights were worse than others, feeling almost uncontrollable rage. He knew this was how it would be, the untriggered curse was latching onto everything , to tempt him to turn. He did not want this, but the evening had taken a turn for the worst, depriving him of a say before it was too late. He had ventured through a short cut, studying the figure in the distance that stumbled and swayed towards him. As much as he avoided the other, noticing them venture forward and push him into the wall of the shop beside him. A groan, he stepped back enough to fixate on the other through gritted teeth. He had stepped back, stumbled in fact, but the figure did not give up. This was the last thing he remembered until the lifeless figure hit the ground, blood laced against the cobbled street beneath him. Trembling hands covered in residue blood , shaking in concern and evident distress. His lips parted to speak, gasps of air followed, but he did not know what to do. He had messed up , he had killed someone and resulted in his werewolf curse being triggered.

He shook at the sound of footsteps, tears beginning to stream down his cheek as he wiped it away, blood now evident on his cheek. "Stay back -- please." He warned, hand reaching out to distance the other from him. He did not recognise who it was, too instilled with fear to notice the girl who remained prominent in his life. @jvnipxrs