GOLD & BLOOD

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violetta-dragovic‌:

A speck of blood was wiped from the corner of her mouth after winning an easy fight at the SFC. She had taken quite the beating but everything would heal in a matter of seconds as opposed to her opponent who was still passed out. Noticing someone in the mirror, the woman looked up at their reflection, “Did you enjoy the show?” She quipped.

“Can’t really enjoy a fight that ain’t fair.”

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blakewalsh‌

Their options were countless. So many bottles with different shapes and sizes, all holding what it was the most precious human invention: fermentation and distillation. “Had a punch-up,” she responded feigning disinterest. Talking about it with a hunter, despite her pride, could maybe help her down the road. Although she was a grown woman and could take care of herself, Blake would never refuse a display of affection from anyone - even if that meant people would go about beating up and threatening other people.

After long blindly staring at the shelves, she chose what they always drank. Both somewhat fans of strong alcohol, their drinking nights were never dull or clashing - the first step to an agreement was liking the same kind of liquor. Although just a regular patron, the blonde was the one to take the glasses and pour themselves a drink. “I know you told me a billion times already, but humour me - what would again your fellow hunters do if they saw me with you?” She had a smirk curled on the corner of her red lips, a devilish one. “And what would you say if I told you it was a pitiful scummy vampire who did this to me? One I’d be more than happy to help cross your way.”

Whatever it was that was happening between vampire and hunter should have been nipped in the bud as soon as he had hesitated. If he hadn’t been able to kill her, then he should have chosen to keep his distance. But Sawyer had never been one to play on the safe side, or the reasonable side that is. Even now, as he stood in his bar with only her, he should have been thinking more like a hunter. Yet the most that he did was light the end of his cigarette and listen to her words. “A punch up? With fucking who?”

Stepping closer to the counter that separated them, one hand planted firmly upon the wood while the other curled fingers around the cigarette, pulling it along with the plume of smoke out. His eyes followed her movements, not having to say anything as Blake knew exactly what they needed and where to find the rest. As the questions spilled from between painted lips, Sawyer stared across at her, considering them before ultimately releasing the laugh that had been growing inside of him. “Tryin’ to get me to do your dirty work then?” He grinned after straightening himself out. “My fellow hunters’d probably kill you.” He lifted his shoulders in a half-assed shrug, never one to beat around the bush. Most hunters lived by a singular code, kill any supernatural, regardless if they were dangerous or not. “Scummy vamp, huh?” He reached out to take one of the glasses, lifting it to take a decent sip of dark liquor. “I’d say they wouldn’t get another chance to do that to ya.”

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cxsscndra‌

She didn’t really know where it’d started, her incessant need to push buttons that so clearly didn’t need to be pushed and yet there she stood, completely aware of what could happen, with little care. “We must be doing something right if we’re still here. Can’t say the same for everyone else now, can we?” The perk of her brow faltered, but only slightly, the fire might have been Cassandra’s deepest regret, even if she’d never done anything to stop it from happening. Torn between pushing boundaries and avoiding what she was, but if he wanted to play with fire, she could too. “Your brother asked me the same thing.. right before I tore him apart.”

Over the years, Sawyer had lost more than enough of those he considered friends, whether they were hunters or not. But Elijah had been the first family member he had ever lost, and it had hit him harder than he’d ever realized it would. They were raised knowing that at any moment they could lose a battle with a supernatural, they’d been preparing for it since they were boys. But nothing could truly prepare someone for a loss like that. “Doin’ something right?” An audible scoff was the response to his own questioned words, Sawyer giving a quick shake of his head. “You’ve been sittin’ cozy, with your little ragged pack. But I’m about to change all that.” Because like her, Sawyer didn’t just stop when he pushed the wrong buttons, he continued forward with whatever he had set in his mind. And putting a bullet in the mutt that had killed his brother was currently the singular thing set in his mind. But as she spoke of Elijah, the temper that Sawyer so often lost control over seemed to snap. A quick hand pulled the gun tucked away out into the night, bringing it closer until the muzzle nestled right beneath her chin. “The only reason I’m not pulling this trigger right now is because you and I both know you’re hardly capable of it. You talk a big game, Cassie; but the only murder you’re capable of is an accidental one. I’ve been patient, but if you don’t start talkin’ soon, I promise I’ll tear your entire pack apart.” 

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xkeirc‌

This town was going to hell. That was all Keira could think of as she sat at one of the picnic tables, a coffee and a water in front of her from when medics had shoved both in her hands. The discovery of the body added on to how much of a dark turn things had taken recently. She had shoved the medics aside earlier, fighting them until they left her alone. Keira didn’t need their help, despite how she showed the clear signs of shock. Her leg still screamed in pain, a nasty wound healing from when she had fallen into the pit during the full moon the night before. But the discovery of the body still echoed in her mind. She could still smell the metallic scent of the heart on the ground. Hazel orbs flickered to the one who dared to approach her. “I’m fine. Please, go help someone who needs it.” Namely a human, though her voice was void of malice. Keira was just tired and spent. What was happening?

It was always the ones to make public displays of strength and cunning that were the first to go. From the moment the Blackwell man came rolling into town, Sawyer knew that he wouldn’t be lasting long. He’d heard enough about the guy’s stories, but that town had a habit of chewing people up and spitting them back out. It was exactly why he was there in the first place, in search of the wolf that had done exactly that to his brother. That was the sole reason why he’d bothered to stick around, when it had never been in his nature before. It was also the very reason why he was meandering through the crowds now, only stopping at the sound of an otherwise familiar voice. “Couldn’t give two shits how you’re doin’,” he quipped while tugging a cigarette from the crumpled pack, placing it between his lips before lighting the end.

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cxsscndra‌

Hook, line, fucking sinker. The grin that split her features not void of any amount of humor, even knowing she’d inadvertently challenged a man willing to find vengeance for his brother above all else, “I dare you.” Doe hues flickered up, light dancing in them only further eliciting the mischief that lived in her bloodstream, “You talk a really big game, King .— There’s a lot of us, anger.. uncontrollable, you might end up just like him.”

“I talk a big game?” If he weren’t so full of anger, Sawyer may have laughed at her words. “Your little pack has been hiding in this town. A shit ton of flea bitten mutts that need to be put down. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done, huh? A fire?” The smirk fought through the anger and pain as he so easily brought up her past.

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blakewalsh‌

Blake knew the drill. She knew the precise time Sawyer locked up the bar, the time the patrons would be all gone. Her face wasn’t supposed to be seen, as some of his fellas could know what she was. They wouldn’t only target her but blame him as well for hanging with - instead of killing - a vampire. 

So she waited until they all disappeared, moving to the front door so he would see her figure. Until her complexion wasn’t touched by the inner lights, she looked like herself. Once she walked inside, the noticeable cut lip, the slight bruise on her cheekbone covered in makeup - they all came to light. “You know it ain’t for that.” Blake had money, she wasn’t a miser. She just appreciated Sawyer’s companionship. And yes, he wasn’t that bad on the eyes. She walked to the back of the bar, going through her options.

A vampire walked into a hunter’s bar --- there was a punchline in there somewhere, but Sawyer hardly cared for it any longer. He’d had his chance, his moment to kill her like so many supernatural he had before --- but he hadn’t, and the familiarity of watching her approach his bar had started. As she approached, he pulled forth the pack of his cigarettes he kept on him at all times, slipping one between his lips. However, he didn’t quite have a chance to light it, catching sight of the marks upon her face. Following behind her, he let the door shut knowing the lock would engage and they’d have the place to themselves. “What the hell happened to you?” He questioned after approaching the bar counter, eyeing her as she went about making her selection.

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@blakewalsh

“Startin’ to think you aren’t just showing up here for the cheap liquor.” The words were coated in that Southern drawl, smoothed over by the liquor in his own system. He’d just been ready to close the bar doors for the night, hang up the keys and call it an early night. But as he stood in the doorway, he watched as she appeared from the darkness, heading straight for him as seemed to be usual.

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cxsscndra‌

Reckless as she might have been, disloyal she wasn’t. Though her hardened shell was often impossible to break through, the myriad of wolves within the pack were granted it until her dying breathe, whether she found that at the hands of this hunter, or the next. Cassie wouldn’t blink an eye in the face of a threat so cheapened by so many having spoken it before. “– Well, something your brother and I had in common then?” Words uttered only once he’d stepped towards her, the blonde cutting daring hues up at the figure that damn near towered over her. “It’s a little early to start that countdown, don’t you think?”

The singular mention of his brother had the last resolve snapping within Sawyer, jaw clenching tight as he attempted to hold himself back. It, however, did not work. A hand shot up, palm pressing flat against her chest as he pushed her back and none too gently away from prying eyes. His mind screamed that he needed to keep her alive, but his anger argued that he could find the wolf without her. How easy it would be to lift his hand, to wrap fingers around her throat --- “Mention my brother again, and I’ll start hacking my way through your pathetic pack. I don’t care who had a hand in it, I’ll destroy every last one of you.”

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cxsscndra‌

It’d become a fleeting familiarity, the man beside her an image that seemingly flit through corridors and hallways like little more than shadow, not quite there, but just waiting for the slip of nightfall. Waiting for the slip of her tongue that’d lead him in the right direction, something she had no intention of doing. “Oh, but you wouldn’t.” A smile pulled smug against her features before she looked over at the hunter, “I take my last breathe, and you lose your last lead.”

A necessary evil, that was all Cassandra was to the hunter. A means to an end that he’d been seeking since finding his brother in the depths of the forest. She held the name and location of the wolf he was seeking on her serpent tongue, hidden behind the smirk she so loved to flash him. His jaw clenched tight at the pure fact that he couldn’t kill her --- not yet, at least. “You’re on borrowed time, mutt.” He stepped forward, no care for the lack of personal space he was allowing her. “Unless you give me the name, I’ll make damn sure you don’t see the new year.”

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cxsscndra‌

“Twenty bucks says one of the wannabe victoria secret models trips over her own heels.” Clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth, Cassie threw another loose stone up at the stage, just barely missing one of the contestants. “This shits a fucking drag, where’s a dead body when you need one?”

When it came to Cassandra Debonair, hardly a single good thing came to Sawyer’s mind. She was a thorn in his side, one that continued to be twisted. He had planned to ignore her, to keep on enjoying his drink ---- but the mention of a dead body tensed nearly every muscle in his body. “Could always arrange that to be yours.”

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jxdrek‌

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is you better get out of my face before I’m makin’ you get out of my face.” Stepping forward, the wolf clenched his fists by his sides. “I ain’t the guy you wanna be gettin’ angry, not today.” It’d only been days since the discovering of his fiance’s body, laid out and essentially displayed for all the town to see. It was fuckin’ insane, and Jedrek felt as if he may as well be losing his mind. But all the pack had come to the event, and there wasn’t a chance in hell he wouldn’t be somewhere on the sidelines watching out for them all. But this guy, whoever he was had decided to get in his face, and the wolf just wasn’t in the mood.

“Does this shit usually work for you? Startin’ to sound like that big green fucker. How about you get a drink, and stop causin’ problems at a damn party, huh? We’re all tryin’ to get shit-faced, don’t ruin that.”

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blakewalsh‌

Never would Blake imagine she would be participating in an American beauty pageant. Back in the day, a fortnight after arriving in East End when she was adopted by the Walsh men, they toyed with the idea of entering the golden-haired twelve-year-old girl who disarmed everyone with her flicking sapphire wide eyes and unique accent. She locked herself in her bedroom for an entire day and night until they promised they wouldn’t dare. Now, look at her. What wouldn’t Blake do for a little friction, a little competition - and, most of all, recognition of her beauty and charms. 

Backstage, she was getting prepared to soon stride on stage. There wasn’t much to be done as the blonde seemed to be the spitting image of perfection regardless of the type of occasion, yet she was standing in front of the mirror, only in her underwear and a silk robe dropped down her arms. At the abnormal sound of the squeaking door opening to a dressing room where all those girls seemed to do was bloody gossip instead of focus, she looked over her shoulder, noticing them. “Unless you came here to put on nice lingerie, fix our hairdos or kiss me good luck, you know you ain’t allowed back here, yeah?”

“Well, damn ---” The accented words drawled slowly out as his gaze took in the sight before him; scarcely clad women, all getting pampered for the beauty pageant he knew he wasn’t going to watch. “Was gonna say I stumbled into the wrong room, but ---” His eyes moved from one side of the room to the next, finally returning to the blonde that stood before him, equally scarcely clad as the rest. “Think I ended up in the right room.”

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“Looks like you could use some help with that. Sure someone’ll come by soon.”

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zckecallxn‌

“Some fucking fish people.” He repeated slowly, somewhere between shocked and fucking pissed to hell about it. Like the place didn’t need any more fucking crazy in between everything else. Fish people. It sounded ridiculous enough. “Don’t care too much about the rest of the town, your place wrecked too?”

"Thought this shit couldn’t get any more comical?” In all the years he’d been learning about the supernatural, Sawyer had never imagined that something which could be described as ‘fish people’ would be popping up. “Pretty fuckin’ much. I’ll probably have to close her down for a good month, at least.”

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               KING || heavy is the head that wears the crown

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