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[carlaanddaniel-blog]

Ghostly Encounters || James & Kaylee

It was pure luck, thought James, that he and Carla's best friend's father was the head surgeon at Saint Jude's Hospital. Pure unabashed luck that there just happened to be a fresh kidney, only a few hours old, just waiting for him when they arrived.  Carla had all but carried him, one arm around his waist, the other holding the phone to the ear while she yelled at Viktor to "GET YOUR FATHER ON THE FUCKING LINE NOW". James had only been half there. The pain pulsing through his body was enough to drown out the majority of his conscious thought as they walked - tumbled, really - towards the hospital.  Carla wasn't so much in the best shape herself, but, in her usual fashion, had put James's health before her own. She said that she'd be fine - she was a Demiangel, and she healed quicker than he did - but he knew she was worse off than she let him know. 

As soon as they had cleared the doors, Viktor's father, Scott, was there, taking James from Carla's embrace and helping him up on a stretcher. Carla moved to follow them as they began to wheel her best friend down the hallway, towards the double doors, but Scott told her she was going to have to wait. They would help him as much as they could, and let her know the verdict soon. 

Viktor arrived a few moments later with two cups of shitty hospital coffee to find Carla pacing the waiting room like a mad woman, muttering profanities to herself. He didn't move to stop her; he knew better. Instead, he took a seat and watched in silence, placing the coffee on the floor beside his feet. She'd come to it when she was ready. 

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A Pirate's Life for Me || Kaylee & Captain Chase

The Crimson Moon groaned and creaked as the waves softly pushed it from side to side. The night air was cold, made colder by the brief bursts of wind coming up off the open ocean. Torches lit the ship in a dim light, casting shadows over the wooden deck. They had been at sea now for three weeks, and had gained another five members of their crew. It was Captain Daniel Chase's guess that at least half of them would abandon them as soon as they made port on the infamous island now shimmering on the horizon. Angel Island was a pirate port and everyone in the entire Northern Hemisphere knew it. Though it was a dangerous place to be, it was also home to many of the men aboard the Crimson Moon, including their captain. 

It would take another hour or two to reach the port, meaning the men would need to be up and ready to dock the ship. Daniel had let them sleep most the night, knowing they'd need their energy. The few who had remained awake with him were Matty, his First Mate, the young boy who insisted they call him Kid, Kaylee and Thomas.  Daniel had ordered the last two to finish loading the crew's guns with the gunpowder stored in barrels on the storage deck. They'd need them when they docked. 

Kaylee had become quite the commodity on the ship. She did as she was told, scrubbed the deck with Thomas and Ralph without complaint, sharpened the crew members swords, and even helped prepare dinner once or twice. Thomas and Ralph had taken quite a liking to her, Thomas especially. The two boys had yet to tell her why Thomas couldn't speak, but that was more so because she hadn't asked, not because he didn't want her to know.  Daniel had kept an eye on her - a close, yet aloof one. He kept his distance from her, barely even speaking with her, and remained busy ordering the crew around and splitting shares.

Daniel shook his head. It had happened again; he'd starting thinking about her. That needed to stop. She was just another crew member; nothing more, nothing less.  Kid looked up at him, cocking a dark brow. "Are you okay, Captain?" "Aye, Kid," he replied evenly, lifting up the blunted training sword. "Ya ready?" "Always."  A smile graced Daniel's lips as the two of them began to spar. He took it easy on the kid, offering helpful advice whenever he did something wrong, and pretending to slip up every so often to give him a boost of confidence. He liked this kid; he reminded him of himself when he was younger; all fire and determination. Teaching him how to fight with a sword each night had been the highlight of the past few days.

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*insert heart symbol from Kaylee to Daniel*

4. Pirate AU 

Daniel threw his sword towards the deck where the two crew members were arguing over what to do with their new captives. They stopped, startled, and looked up at him as he jumped over the railing of the hull and landed on the deck with a cat-like grace. His black leather overcoat blew in the breeze off the ocean, causing his loose undershirt to expose his toned chest. The captives were tied to the mast. Two girls, a young boy, a teenage kid and an older man that looked in his late fifties. They’d come straight off a navy ship likely meant to transport them to the mainland; them and a haul of gold stowed in secret in the bows of the ship. "I think we should keep the pretty ones," Daniel’s First Mate, Matty, said with a grin. "They’d do good for morale." Daniel inspected the women with narrowed eyes, cocking a brow. “And what say you about this, ladies? Do you want to be part of me crew?” A cruel grin spread across his lips.

[olderykblog-blog]

Birthday Wishes || Eryk + Kaylee

He was running late.  His plan was to get home before five o'clock, but he hadn't even been able to leave TAG HQ before fifteen past, which left him more than a little behind. Thankfully, he'd gone grocery shopping the night before, and had everything he needed. He was just wasn't so sure he'd be able to get it all done before the time he'd told Kaylee to come over. 

Finally home, Eryk unlocked the front door and stepped inside. The grocery's from yesterday were still sitting in their plastic bags on the kitchen bench top; he hadn't been bothered to put them away. Plus, it served as a good reminder that all the ingredients he needed were already out.  Slowly, he put away everything that he didn't need, turned on the oven, and got stuck into it.  Though Eryk knew he was an acceptable cook, it was hardly a talent of his. In fact, it was rather difficult, but Eryk persisted nonetheless. It was for a good cause,  after all. 

Once  he was done, he set the never once used dining table with candles, wine, and bread rolls with butter on the side. He hoped the rolls would stay warm until she arrived... which would hopefully be in about two minutes. 

[olderykblog-blog]

Goddess || Eryk & Kaylee

Eryk sat on his sofa, remote in hand, head set fastened, and a half full bottle of rum on his coffee table. He'd already managed to get halfway through it since arriving back home after that horrible shopping experience, and was having a rather difficult time trying to focus on the screen and shoot.  His friends online thought he was hilarious when he was drunk, but he was going to sorely regret it in the morning when his KD dropped two points. 

At the end of the game, he looked down at his phone, checking the time. Seven thirty. Great. She'd probably be in the movie by now. His arm would probably be around her. He grabbed the bottle and took a long, long swing. "Now I understand why my uncle was an alcoholic," he breathed to himself, chuckling darkly under his breath.  "Not a good fucking thing in this entire world that's worth the brain power to pay attention to." 

[annabellefirst-blog]

A Meeting of Blood || First, Kaylee, Lissa, Rose, Sydney

First had followed her nose all the way to an apartment complex west of the Westwood shopping strip.  The smell of Moroi blood was stronger than any other she had encountered; easy to follow and easy to be tempted with. The burn of hunger in her throat intensified as they got closer, but she forced herself to ignore it. As much as she talked herself up, the thought of being misjudged by these people - the only ones she figured could help her - made her skin crawl. She needed these people on her side; she needed them to see that she wasn't evil - if only driven by an impure hatred of strigoi; of the thing that had killed her sister.   She could resist. She didn't have to kill.

With that in mind, and the presence of Kaylee at her side, she had no quarrels knocking lightly on the mahogany door the Queen of the Moroi resided behind.