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oftheletter started following you

"...Henry? Never thought I'd be seeing you again."

A new visitor

Ok, so maybe Beacon was a little too quiet and relaxed now. Lydia couldn't decide if she should be a bit worried or relieved about it. Sure things were calming down between the packs and life was going back to normal but Lydia couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Honestly, there was this feeling of darkness that seemed to bother her. She couldn't quite explain it and telling anyone else would only lead into more questions. Questions that she couldn't exactly answer.

Beacon Hills was the center of all supernatural activity. As strange as it sounded, the small town was possibly the worst place to live. Either everyone was oblvious about the things that were going on or they knew. Either way, it wasn't exactly the most safest place. Being a Banshee, Lydia could sense when someone was about to die. Cleary that strange feeling lingered over her. Of course it did, death never happened to her, it always happened to everyone around her. The label Omen of Death was most certainly something she was still getting use to.

Lydia hurried and paid for a cup of coffee before leaving the small cafe. She was in a hurry thanks to her alarm not going off on time. Typical. The strawberry blonde was looking down and not paying attention to the oncoming traffic on the sidewalk. Just as she glanced back up, she crashed into someone and her coffee poured down her dress. "Shit, I am so sorry."

#oftheletter #horrorificillusions #i promised you both starters and im so sorry it sucks eep!

+four entered the library

Working on Sundays wasn't the most trying time, and some of these people didn't look like they were in college. Gavin wasn't supposed to judge, perhaps they were just nontraditional. He pushed his notebook to the side to give proper attention.

"Can I help you with something?"

#bitchfacenumberfive #oftheletter #archangelofpeacearron #virtusinfluendi #archangel-ofpeace-arron #ah you guys thanks so much for following #hhhh #;text

[ jason didn't spend a lot of time just doing whatever he wanted, things that didn't involve his work or research for a case. so days like this were rare, very few and far between.

working on his bike was an almost relaxing sort of task. something that jason could give all his attention and focus to as a type of distraction. and not many people visited the scrap yard, so typically he had the place to himself; silent aside from the sounds of him working.

but solitude was not one of his luckier points.

each time he vied for it, someone interrupted. the sound of bootsteps against the gravel dirt ground was hard to miss, and jason was quick to pick it up, glancing over his shoulder. ]

"Somethin' I can help you with?"

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