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[slayerbrian-blog]

Skipping Town || Solo

Gone. They were just gone, the strength, speed and power of a Slayer that he had possessed all of his life had been taken away from him in a cruel twist of fate. The ability to find vampires, even the trick to find witches, it was all gone and he wasn’t ever going to get it back. His whole life would never ever be the same again after that night. 

Devastated just didn’t begin to cut it. 

He had been raised his whole life, under the belief that it was his god given right and duty to protect the innocents of this world from the blood sucking menace that was the race of Vampires. He had trained for 25 long hard grueling years, hardening himself and his body into a tool and a weapon for the destruction of the Hunters of the night. The Vamps hadn’t stood a chance. 

His parents had told him that he was a prodigy, he was the end times for those that stuck to the shadows and enjoyed sucking the blood of the innocents, he was the new model of Slayer, and he had been really good, he had been a prodigy. Hacking off the heads of Vampires, staking them, drenching them in blessed water that would burn them, he had done things that no one before him had and he was a real trail blazer.

And then his duty had become all that more clear. 

When his parents had been taken from him, burnt away in a fiery inferno that Brian could do nothing against, well he had been terrified, and he had realized that there was clearly more than one menace in this world that needed his help, and so he had started his tally, first the witch that had killed his parents. 

Then an old warlock that had been lurking around bars, impressing people with bright lights and loud bangs, then there had been that witch in Louisiana. She had been difficult to kill. The tally went on, until there were five marks on his chest, but none of that mattered anymore. 

He was done. 

With a forlorn sigh he shouldered his rucksack and made his way out of Avon’s house, though he had lost his powers and knew that without them he would never survive in Ashkent Creek. He had left her a message on her computer, but he didn’t want to see her anymore, he wanted to get out of there and leave this place. He needed to find somewhere to mourn, someone to hole up and be alone. 

He needed time to consider his next move. 

With a sigh and a single tear trickling down his face, he set of into the sunset, looking for an answer to his problem, looking for a way to become a Slayer once more.

[empathy-notsympathy]

Curve Ball Spitzer|| Solo

Three days. 

Three.

Days.

She’d had three days of sitting in her apartment doing nothing, had nothing to do except stew on current events and relive that night over and over and over again. What had she missed? Where had she gone wrong? Besides under estimating a Slayer’s ability to take a taze to the chest. But no, her mistake had started earlier. She’d been so sure he hadn’t noticed her.

She’d let him lead her to the wrong place.

She should have known.

And damn it all the Hell if she wasn’t pissed about it. No one tricked Marley Spitzer into following them for five miles in the wrong direction and then got to beat the shit out of her with no consequence. 

Three days she’d had to recount the details. To think over his words, what he’d said, the ways he’d acted-- after the memory had become more than a blur, of course. It had taken quite a few hours of meditation to get the memory to come back clearly, but performing a cognitive interview on oneself was easier said than done.

She’d written down everything she could remember, and then set to work on the internet. Penelope had been more than helpful, providing her with all the answers she needed. It was a quick search through recent posts to figure out who had been acting strange-- people always claimed you couldn’t tell tone or voice over text, but Marley had taken several classes that would prove otherwise. Her empathy was of no use to her over the internet, so she had to rely solely on her ability to read into everything everyone said. Find a baseline, establish it, note deviations. Even over text, these things existed.

It took a lot of hours, but she managed to complete it. With the firm closed and her front door closed tighter, it was easy to forget about distractions. And, finally, she had a notebook full of notes, and an idea forming in her head.

She would make sure Brian Marshall would get what was coming to him.

Now all she needed was the Djinn’s bottle.

[slayerbrian-blog]

Guess Who’s Stalking || Marley and Brian

Brian made his way away from his apartment and down the street, it wasn't long before he was near the outskirts of town and he was still doing well, he didn't think that anyone had his tail until he caught sight of a blonde woman in a car's wing mirror. ​Relax​. He told himself. ​It is going to be fine​. He didn't want to have to deal with another person, he was getting a little sick of people trying to stop him when they had literally no chance. As he crossed into the 'wild' he could still see her following him, for a moment he paused and used the Witch sense that he had recently acquired, he really needed to work out where that had come from but now was not the time. Nothing. He sensed nothing. She wasn't a Vampire and she definitely wasn't a Witch. He sensed nothing. He kept going until he was well and truly in the middle of nowhere. Pausing he turned and looked around, waiting for her to step out. "Come on. I've known you've been following me since town." he said laughing. "You might as well come out now."

Marley wasn't usually one to pick on other people's cases, especially those that involved violent contenders, but at her core, she was still a detective, sworn to protect, and she couldn't very well let a known killer stay on the loose. Still, there'd been a moment of contemplation, as she'd been minding her own damn business in town, and suddenly a familiar feeling had passed over her-- dulled emotions. Her eyes had flown up instinctively, and she'd chastised herself the moment she'd laid eyes on the tall, burly man whose face was plastered all over the Police Memo she'd gotten a few days ago. What a cocky bastard, showing his face in public. He knew he was wanted, he'd assaulted an officer for god's sake-- and yet, here he was, waddling through town as if he had no cares. She really should have just called the station and let them deal with it, but he was traveling quickly, and without observing him more, she would have no idea where he was heading. It wouldn't hurt to follow him while she waited for the call. They could track her cellphone and follow the both of them, hopefully back to wherever he was hiding, and then snag him then, catch him by surprise. But even as inconspicuous as she was, having trained almost ten years for this job, he'd still somehow managed to notice her. Damn heightened Slayer senses. She cured under her breath and debated, again, whether to run or just show herself, write it off as a mistake. Penelope's words rang in her head: ​I could most definitely outrun you​. Running wasn't an option, so she stepped out, trying to keep as straight of a face as possible. "Nice night for a walk," she said back to him, hands in pockets, preemptively gripping the tazer in her pocket. The police had already been alerted and by the response she got, it was more than one cop car on the way. "Headed somewhere? I promise you it's just woods out that way, and they're not exactly the safest place this time of night." Did someone live out here?

Brian had deliberately gone out of his way to avoid going in the right direction, the right direction was pretty much the opposite direction to this. But that didn't matter. He didn't want to show her any truth about where he was hiding, that would make his life a thousand times more different than it already was and that was something that he was far from comfortable dealing with. Besides he was sure that Avon would take a knife and flay him alive, peeling the skin off his body one strip at a time until he was screaming for her to end his miserable life. So no. This was infinitely better. "It is a nice night for a walk." he said with a nod looking around at the stars, this was a peaceful and mild night and he loved every moment of it, being out in the wild was always something that calmed him down. Right now he could do with calming down. But he had the feeling that he was going to have to handle something else before then. "I was just going out for a nice walk. You know it is an amazing night, the stars are out, it isn't too hot, isn't too cold, all you need is a nice mild jacket, that sort of thing." he said smiling. "But I'll be sure to look out for any wild animals."

Marley very nearly scoffed. But she bit her tongue, knowing that would only provoke him. There was no reasoning with a psychopath. Still, she needed to stall him-- the responders were still at least ten minutes out. She shuffled, trying to find a more relaxed looking position while still being alert. "A walk out here? At this time of night?" she tilted her head. "Sounds fishy to me."

Brian shrugged in return. He sized her up, he could probably take her with relative ease, but he didn't want to risk it, being rash would get him nothing, besides he had no reason to. "Thanks, I'll make sure to get a fishing rod or something." He shrugged and shook his head. "I just like the night time." he said with a shrug. "Didn't realize that was a crime."

"When you're a murderer on the loose, it is," Marley spat before she realized what she was saying, anger rising in her for what felt like no reason. She'd later realize it was transposed from his lack of caring, his sense of her being deemed a non threat. His ease made her believe he'd led her off in the wrong direction, as well, and Marley Spitzer did not take kindly to being misled. Her brows knit together. "Surely you didn't think you could waltz around town after everything you've done."

Brian rolled his eyes, this again? Another cop come to try their luck on with him, hadn't the last one told them that he was going to outmatch anything that they came up against. "I wasn't exactly waltzing." He shrugged. "You know I had my hood up, I was being inconspicuous, it was your choice to follow me this far out here." he said with a smirk. He enjoyed knowing that she was in his court.

"'Hood up' and 'inconspicuous' are often synonymous with 'suspicious'," Marley hissed through her teeth, "especially with you strutting around with that smugness of yours plastered all over." He was underestimating her, as most people did, but she was also doubtful she'd be able to take him on and get out of this even remotely unscathed. No, all she had to do was hit him once with her tazer, and hopefully he'd drop. She questioned, for a moment, whether it would work. She should have asked Penelope when she had the chance. "Yes, well, it is my job. Swore to protect the people and all that."

Rolling his eyes once more ​Brian​ groaned at her loudly. "Does it matter?" he asked quietly. "You're out here on your own, you're a cop clearly from the fact that it is your 'job'," he said with a shake of his head, "but if you were actually going to do anything then you would have done it already. So if you don't mind I'll be on my way now."

Marley had to think fast, so she did something extremely stupid-- "What? Afraid of a puny ​human​?" she jeered, taking a step forward. Five minutes out. They were five minutes out. She had to keep stalling. "Even with all your Slayer senses you couldn't tell the difference between a cop and a civilian."

Turning ​Brian​ felt as if there was steam pouring out of his nose and ears, anger all but blazing flames in his eyes. "I'm afraid of very little." he said clenching his fists, he could feel the nails bite into his palms but he didn't care. "And believe me, you're far from one of the things that I'm afraid of." He glared at her, anger still radiating out of his body. "Slayer senses literally don't work like that." he said with a shake of his head. The truth was that if she knew he was a Slayer then there was a chance that she knew other things, she had just made herself a threat.

Marley stood her ground, a bit bewildered by the sudden pounding of rage flying from the man. She'd hit a sour spot. Her heart pounded in her chest. Marley had never truly feared dying, but that didn't mean she wanted to, and it certainly didn't mean she enjoyed the pain that usually came before it. She wanted to whip her tazer out and defend herself, but he was still too far away, she needed to draw him in if that was going to be the case, and hope her reflexes were fast enough to get him before he made it to her. "Or maybe yours are just on the fritz. You can't possibly deem someone a non-threat simply because they're not a vampire or some ​other​ fantastical species," she spat, his own rage reflecting in her voice. Hurry up. Hurry ​up​.

Brian stared down at her. "It isn't that you're not a threat, it is more that, contrary to the popular belief," he spat angrily, "I am not killing without reason, and you are not one of the people that I deem necessary of bringing an end to your life." His heart rate was still relatively normal, but everything else was going haywire with the anger that was coursing through him. He took a step forward angrily, tempted to reach into the folds of his clothes and bring out a dagger or a stake, end her life with a single move. But that wasn't him, and killing a police officer would only bring him more trouble. "Why are you so desperate to be a threat?" he asked her, beyond curious of her motives.

Marley felt a tremor start in her arm. She hadn't been this on edge in a very long time-- the last time she'd fought for her life was back in the park against that giant dog, but it had been different. This time felt different. Perhaps it was his own rage and anger filling the space around them and soaking into Marley, but every hair on her body stood on end, her skin tingling. He was stiff, poised-- he wanted to attack her, but something was holding him back. Some corrupt moral policy of his, probably, though Marley was inapt to judging anyone else's morals when her own were so flimsy. Still, he'd become a nuisance for this town, and that was within Marley's moral boundaries to take care of. A siren sounded in the distance. Shit. ​Shit!​ He would know now, it was time to make her move or he'd split-- but the tazer wasn't even half way out of her pocket when she turned back to face him, finding him just a few feet from her already. She desperately pressed down on the release button, hoping it would hit, as the sound of screeching tires sounded behind her.

Brian stepped forward only to see her draw something from her coat, he was about to dive out of the way when her fingers slammed down on a release button of some kind. What came next was incredibly painful, and frankly it only pissed him off more. He felt the electrodes leap across the gap between himself and the blonde, he felt them hook into his skin, and then he felt the current pass through him, shocking him within an inch of his life. As his body writhed and went into involuntary spasms he collapsed backwards onto the cold hard floor, the earth rushing up to meet him.

It...it worked? It worked! Relief flooded Marley as she watched his body crumple, collapsing to the ground in a heap. Three officers leapt out of the cars from behind her and came rushing over, shouting and already drawing their guns. But when they saw his body spasming on the ground, they all froze, lowering their weapons. Marley blinked heavily, looking from them, to the boy on the ground. Her arms were shaking but she managed enough composure to simply say, "Book him, officers." Well, that went better than expected. ​Much​ better.

Brian felt the spasms continue for another ten seconds, and then his body went still, he felted dazed, hazy and tired all of a sudden, but it wasn't long before he felt something else, the metallic click of a hand cuff being secured around one of his hands. "Oh no you fucking don't." he muttered before slipping backwards and tackling one of the officers to the ground, "Bad move buddy." He said as he slammed a fist into the cops face, the other two officers rounded on him, the first that he had punched dazed from his initial attack. "You want to play rough?" he spat. "I'll play rough." he said with a strange finality that was almost anti climactic. But they didn't have a chance to ponder the implications of his actions, because he was on them like lightning.

Marley had had her back turned when she heard the loud CRACK! of a nose being broken, and the angry hiss of a one very pissed of Slayer. Something akin to dread rushed through her, but it was slammed back by the pure amount of animalistic rage pouring from him. Her eyes went wide a moment as she watched the other two struggle-- futilely-- with him for a moment before they were both down as well, groaning in pain. She hadn't even loaded the second cartridge yet, but there was no point in trying. He was coming after her next. She needed a way to defend herself. She pulled out the tiny pocket knife that she mostly used for picking locks and getting dirt out from under her fingernails-- and gave the smallest whimper of an exhale, trying not to show him her fear.

Brian dealt with the other two cops with a speed and ferocity that few would be capable of conceiving let alone hoping to match, then he rounded on the blonde, he could smell the stench of burning hair and he knew it was his. She drew a knife, it was minuscule and he couldn't help but laugh. Was that the best she could do. Stopping a foot away he launched a brutal kick at her, hoping that it would catch her in the throat and knock her clean off of her feet. That would be a great way to start their interaction.

God he was fast. Penelope was right. ​Marley​ was no match for a Slayer, not that she'd ever thought she would be. Still, her usual tactic was out the window as well, and that was truly what made her legs quake. She managed to step back quick enough to avoid a full blow to the throat, but his foot caught her chest, effectively knocking the wind from her as she doubled over, trying to keep a tight grip on the knife. If she could get far enough away, perhaps she could reload the cartridge and shock him again-- two tazes would surely do some damage, and any accidental death would be written off as self-defense. And it ​was​ self-defense. She stood back up as fast as she could, but he was already on top of her again-- but even as another blow came towards her, she stuck out the knife, only two inches long, and felt it sink into flesh. Hopefully.

Brian winced as the knife drove into his leg, sticking out of his thigh, the looked down and could see the handle of the pocket knife sticking out of his leg. He groaned lightly, more out of annoyance and the irritation of having to pull it from him then anything else. Reaching down he pulled the knife out of his leg and threw it over his shoulder. "Another mistake." he said, anger now entirely flooding his system, rage poured out of him like a thick mist and he charged forward, launching a flurry off blows that were powerful, and precise, he launched several strikes down her ribs, a kick to her knee, and then slammed his fist into her jaw, once, twice, and finally three times. Each strike must've been bone gratingly painful, her entire skeleton must have been rattled from every strike, yet Brian kept coming, he had no mercy. Mercy was weakness.

Marley stumbled, tried to move, tried to get away-- but it was useless. Hopeless. Ribs cracked, blood filled her mouth, bones buckled under the blows. One punch to her jaw made her dizzy. The next knocked out her vision. The third knocked her onto the ground. But he was still on top of her, his rage filling her like a fucking balloon. Pressing on the inside of her chest. Threatening to pop, to explode. "Sto--" she tried, but no words left her mouth, only blood. "Stop it!" she screeched, managing to throw her arms up in front of her face, protecting it from further blows. "Stop! Stop!" she screeched again. "You're killing me!" A momentary lapse in blows, and she didn't even think twice before jerking her knee up as hard as possible and catching him square in the groin.

Brian felt the pain in his groin, but it didn't stop him. No. What stopped him was her words. ​"You're killing me!"​ stopped him dead in his tracks. Spitting out a mouth full of spit and mucus he pushed himself off of her, his fists still covered in blood, gore and grime. "You've had enough." he said before turning and walking away from her. "Stay out of my way Cop." he said with a shake of his head. "I'm not enjoying beating the shit out of your police force but it is going to keep happening until you learn that you have to leave me alone." With that he was gone, sprinting off into the distance, leaving the scene of the fight.

[slayerbrian-blog]

Street Fighter || Keegan and Brian

Keegan walked over to the alleyway between St. Mary’s and Al’s, inconspicuously looking for something. If Harper was right, Keegan would find some information about her attacker here, or information on the person he had killed. So, without any hesitation, he started the circle. Thankfully he had a bit of extra energy stored up in his bracelet from a recharging session that all of his jewelry and crystals went through. After a minute of laying down the groundwork for the spell, he started the incantation. The language of his mother’s came flowing from him, exerting a decent amount of power from him. And, when he opened his eyes, he saw shadows dancing on the ground. "It worked," he whispered to himself. "fantastic."

Brian wasn't sure why he'd come back here. Now he was being more careful, after his run in with Mason the police wolf, he wasn't going to risk anything that could get him in more trouble with the law. He hated that Harper had gotten them involved. He wished he could've dealt with the sewer crew, they were the people who he could handle, but bringing the law into it made things messy, and he was not a fan of messy. But being coped up at Avon's was not his idea of fun, so he had taken a walk, and ended up back at the scene of the crime. It was stupid really, returning to where he had done it, but now was not the time to question himself. Until he saw what he thought was someone talking to themselves. Weird. On a whim he cast his mind out, using his recently gained ability to sense Witches or Warlocks he reached his mind out and sure enough that weird guy was a Witch, as the blinding pain behind his eyes hit him he staggered and used the wall to prop himself up, but he must have hit a garbage can because it was soon tumbling over, spilling trash over the ground.

Keegan heard something rumble to the ground. A trash can had been spilled. Someone was there with him. Keegan kicked his foot behind him, broke the circle and the shadows disappeared. Keegan looked to where the receptacle had fallen over, to see the source of the noise. At least, it might be a raccoon, and at most, it would possibly be something supernatural. Keegan grabbed onto his shearing scissors in his back pocket, which hadn’t really gotten use because Uan refused to look at Keegan when he had them in his hand. He moved closer to the noise. “Uh, hello?” He asked, trying to keep his guard up, a spell at the ready if he needed to sling something out. “Is anyone there?”

Looking at the shearing scissors in his hands ​Brian​ laughed and shook his head at whoever this was. "Yeah," he said stepping forward now that his eyes were no longer blindingly painful. "Hello there." he shrugged and looked him in the eyes. "You're doing a bit of magic or something there?" he asked with a gentle laugh. "Why are you doing that?" he said with a smirk decorating his face, reaching around his back to grasp the dual daggers that he had sheathed and strapped to the small of his back, though they were concealed by his jacket.

Keegan then saw the face of a young man. Harper had described a young man, dark skined, tall and dreadlocks. Not that Keegan was going to racially profile this guy, but he hadn't seen a man in town before that fit this description. He threw the sheering scissors back inhis pocket. Keegan didn't want to fight this guy if he didn't have to. Though this guy was probably pretty violent, given his proclivity for killing and then threatening people.To cover the bases, though, Keegan allowed himself to talk to the man. "I was looking for something. A friend of mine dropped a ring here and I was seeing if I could find it by, well quite literally, retracing her steps." He threw the chalk that he drew the circle with to the ground. "No luck just yet. May I ask why you were hanging around behind a trash can?"

Brian shrugged, his hands still behind his back, he tried to act casual, he wasn't made to socialize, he was more of a creature of violence then speaking, but for now he didn't want to just attack this warlock without knowing what he was capable of, for all he knew he could be an elemental warlock, or worse a necromancer. "I hope you find it soon." he said with a shrug. "Bit like finding a needle in a haystack, you should've brought a magnet." he said with a gentle chuckle. "I actually tripped embarrassing as that is," he said lying, keeping walking towards whoever this guy was, it was a shame that he was a warlock, he seemed like a good enough guy, but if he was a warlock he ​had​ to die. All warlocks were basically evil. "I was just going for a walk." he took a step closer, smiling gently.

Keegan forced himself to laugh at the man's joke. A magnet. Well at least the young man had humor. ​Tripped, right.​ Keegan thought. Though, he was happy that the man didn't just attack him outright, because then it would leave Keegan at a severe disadvantage. He had to make sure he was in sure footing if this was going to go well. The bad thing was, the man in front of him already knew Keegan's secret, while Keegan knew next to nothing about the person he faced. Did he have powers? Was he just psychotic? It was up in the air. Keegan didn't want to risk the circumstances of being taken advantage of. Well, you know what they say, the best defense is a good offense, or something like that. Keegan's smile turned as he forced out his left arm in front of him and pushed the man towards Al's diner with the sheer force of his will.

Brian felt himself get slammed backwards by an invisible force that he could only expect came from one place. His body flew back a few feet and his back slammed into the ground and he slid along the ground for a few more feet before he flipped his hands back and leaped backwards into the air. "Oh that was definitely a mistake." he said with a sneer, all the charm that he usually reserved for well everyone was immediately dropped. Running forward he grabbed the lids of two dustbins and hurled them at Keegan with a supernatural strength and force that only a Slayer could hope to provide.

Keegan saw the man tumbled, and with expert agility, leap backwards into the air and land on his goddamned feet. This guy was something else. Keegan instantly regretted this decision. The man said something about being a mistake and before Keegan knew it, the man tossed trash can lids at him like frisbees, but much faster and much harder. Keegan only had a split second to bring up his barrier shield, and that only protected him from a single shot, as the other hit him square in the chest. He fell to the ground, gasping for air. This isn't what he had planned. To confront an idiot who had almost hurt a friend of his? Yeah, but to take on someone who obviously knew of the supernatural and planned to use that against him? Keegan wasn't ready for.

Brian sprung forward, reaching behind his back and drawing two of the daggers that he had stored in sheaths on his back, flipping them through his hands expertly he slowly began to stride forward, casually and carefully giving himself the time to take on this guy if he wanted to. "You really really shouldn't have done that. I am going to take care of you." he said ominously as he twirled the knives from one hand to another, flipping them over each other with an ease and practiced nature that came with his twenty five years of practice.

As the man lauded over him, Keegan stood and took out his shearing scissors. They weren't much against knives, but could possibly get the job done. He didn't want to hurt the guy, just pay him in kind for what happened to Harper. So, as he stepped back from the man, he lifted up his empty hand, and held it out in front of him. "Now, the more you tell me about the situation, the faster we can get this over with. My friend. Red head, can talk for hours about the weirdest things." Keegan set up a barrier spell in case the man thought it would be a smart idea to start throwing things again. "You attacked her. Why?"

Brian couldn't have been more then ten feet away from his target, he knew that this guy was a Warlock, telekinesis and protection spells certainly were two things that he'd have to go up against. But the truth was that he could be going up against a lot worse. He had handled worse in the past too. "Oh believe me this is going to go as fast or as slow as I want it to," he said as he stepped forward and was met with a barrier. Not a bad idea but it would stop him for long. Slamming the butt of his knife against it he sighed as he saw it waver but hold. It would need some more work. "It was heat of the moment, she saw me do something, and for a moment I considered finishing her off, and I could have. But Harper is a quirky girl. I like her. She didn't deserve to die."

Keegan stammered back when the man got close to the barrier. Though the shield would protect him, it was linked to his energy levels, which wouldn't stay consistent forever. So, in the heat of the moment, you considered killing someone, but kept them around because they were quirky?" Yup. Definitely psychotic. "And neither did the woman you murdered before you turned on Harper. If she was doing something wrong, we have a system in place here. The CSB would handle it!" Keegan moved back to where he was, "We don't take kindly to vigilante justice."

Brian laughed and shook his head. "The CSB wouldn't have done anything about it," he said with a frown and a further laugh. He slammed his fist into the barrier once more and shook his head. "You know you can't keep it together forever." he said with a sigh. "I took care of a little problem," he said with a smirk, "I am ready to take care of this little problem too."

Keegan scoffed. "You astound me." The young witch knew that the CSB wasn't perfect in everything they had done, but if there was a problem in town there would be someone on the case that would know how to go about it. Keegan wanted to tell the man in front of him that, but he knew that the young man would more than likely disagree with him. "Problem? You mean that woman was a problem?" Maybe he was a hunter or a slayer taking down a rogue vamp/wolf. But then why would he go after Harper? That wouldn't have made any sense. "Why don't you just talk to me like a human being?"

Laughing ​Brian​ shook his head. "I have apparently being doing that or something similar a lot recently." He slammed another fist into the barrier once more and sighed gently. "Because you're not a human being are you," he said with a smirk, "you're as far from human as I am." He knew that it couldn't be long until his barrier caved, and then he'd get his revenge.

Keegan sighed. "Well, now you're just being rude." Keegan pushed up against the barrier that protected him from the man that towered at least three inches over him. The whole acting tough thing really didn't work when he was visibly scared of the other person involved. "I'm a human. I've just got something a little extra to help me." He felt his ability falter for a moment as it was hard to keep up a stimulating conversation and a pretty needed spell. "You know what I am-" he said, forcing his will to keep the barrier up. "so what are you?"

Brian smiled and chuckled ominously, picking up a rhythm and slamming his fists into the barrier over and over again, he knew that with every hit he made he drained the barrier more and more, and this guy couldn't keep it up forever, admittedly neither could he but that was besides the point. "I am your worst nightmare." he said cryptically. Though he doubted that that would really make much of a difference.

Keegan chuckled. "Are you really that pretentious?" He felt his will fall, knowing that he wasn't able to keep it up longer, he tapped into his reserves in his bracelet and hopped back before taking down the wall. "I only came here for information, bud. You're the one that's got the psychotic bloodlust-y look in your eye." He dropped his scissors. "Now, talk to me. I don't want to fight."

Brian had tunnel vision now. "I don't want to call myself pretentious but something like that." He grinned and stepped forward as the shield dropped. He knew that he wouldn't keep that up forever. "You're clearly a Witch. Well you're a guy so you're a Warlock but that doesn't change how I feel." he said with a smile as he slammed a fist into the side of Keegan's face, catching him in the jaw. "Now fight me, I don't want to talk." he said with a smile. He knew that this guy could pose a challenge and he wanted to revel in it.

Keegan took the blows without much of a fight. He knew that they had hurt, but the numbing sensation had already kicked in and he didn't really feel that much pain from the blows. Keegan first cast a quick barrier to allow him a reprieve from the hits, as they didn't much hurt, but it still caused him to become disoriented for a moment. In the small moment he had to himself, he kicked a leg up into the man's stomach and pushed him off. Keegan then rolled over to where he had dropped his scissors and grabbed them as fast as he could, for a useful defense. The man had needed to gain his ground on top of Keegan, the best option for him would be to say on his feet, so the young witch quickly scrambled up.

Brian found himself once more on the floor, whoever this guy was he was a real slippery bastard. Sliding away he pushed himself off of the ground and scooped up his daggers once more. "I'm impressed," he said with a smile. "You've done a good job." He slid forward and launched a slash at Keegan, hoping that it would cut his arm, it was a glancing blow at the best, a testing shot, nothing more and nothing less. Lashing out once more he launched a kick at Keegan and then followed it up with a knife stabbed towards Keegan's stomach. "But it isn't going to last for very long. You've met your match."

Keegan felt the knife cut his arm when contact was made. It had registered in his mind that there was a cut, but Keegan couldn't feel it. It was something new to him. He felt the hot blood dripping, from his arm, and he felt his arm falter when he tried to brace himself from the next attack, but still the potion's effects made him rather just ignore the pain. Then he felt his stomach get contacted. This actually hurt a bit. Which meant it was only going to hurt massively when the potion finally faded. He grinned when the man said he had met his match, but Keegan knew that they were both in different leagues. He wouldn't say that to the man and give him the satisfaction of a mercy kill. He took the man's hand in his own and forced his hand to heat up. It would scorch his casting for a day or so, but to show that he was a force not to be reckoned with was something that Keegan needed to get across, and fast.

Brian grinned as he felt the knife twist out of his opponents stomach, he felt the mans life force eb slightly as blood gushed from the wound in his stomach. He felt that same blood cover his hand and arm, he couldn't help but smile at Keegan, it was nice doing his job. His ​real​ job. Killing Vampires was a job, and killing Witches was something more to him. This was the most important part in his life, and in the space of a week he'd almost effectively doubled his tally. Reaching back he tore his knife from his prey's stomach, pulling it back he stabbed again, feeling the tip of the blade break the surface of the skin and plunge deep into the flesh. Ripping it out he grinned and repeated the motion again for effect. "That should take care of you." He spat slightly as the words escaped his mouth. Before turning and sprinting away, leaving Keegan to die in the same place that he had previously attacked the witch.

Keegan felt the few stabs even more so, his stomach had retained some semblance after four separate contacts. All he could do was cough blood when he wanted to respond to the man that attacked him. He wanted to leave the man with some sort of idea not to mess with him, but instead almost, quite literally got his ass handed to him. Not the best plan and not the best end. End. Oh to end right now would suck. In an alley way? Who the hell would want to die in a goddamned alley? This was bullshit. Keegan, still not feeling about seventy-five percent of the harm done to him, stood up. It would at least get him back to his house where he could heal up. Just get him there. Just home. Keegan stumbled for a few yards and knew that anything more would be close to impossible for him. He took out his phone and called someone. "Hey, I know this is out of the -shit..." he trailed off. "I'm sorry, I'm in pain. Can you help me out here?"

[slayerbrian-blog]

The Bug Out Bag || Solo

That fucking wish. It was more a curse than anything else, a bloody curse that had fallen on him. The temptation was too good to be true. He had been given everything that he had ever wanted on a silver platter, and now he was stuck in a mess that he was never going to be able to clean up. Two dead witches, presumably everyone from the Sewer battle was now calling for his head, there was the police who would soon be informed of the truth and finally that female Vampire who had gotten in the way. 

He had left one body to burn in a remote alley, she was missing his head, but apart from that he had left little evidence, he had hoped that the fire would burn away anything that he left behind, but there was little that he could do. He had had to leave it and flee the scene before anyone arrived and started asking him questions that he couldn’t answer, besides he was carrying a sword, that wouldn’t exactly look good. 

The second body he had done a better job with, as Harper had fled the scene he had doused what remained of the blood in bleach, washing away his prints and hopefully any forensic evidence that he could from the scene of the crime. Then he had moved the body deeper into the wilderness. He had walked for what seemed like half an hour, it had been getting dark by this point in time, once he was happy with the distance he had laid the body down, and buried it in a shallow grave. 

All the while he could barely get the image of Harper out of his head. 

Returning home from his trek into the wilderness he slipped back into his apartment and quickly showered, washing away all the blood and gore and grime that had clung to his body after the incident. Then he had grabbed his ‘bug out bag’. It had been a practice of his parents. Keep a bag full of the essentials ready to go at all times. It had everything he’d need to survive. 

A tent, sleeping bag, roll mat, torch and spare batteries, stakes, matches, a lighter, some rations, a canteen full of drinking water, iodine to sterilize any non pure water that he came across, a hunting knife and a couple other luxury items. Not that he needed them, his parents had taught him how to survive in the wild.

Grabbing his bug out bag he had made one last stop to his stock pile of weapons, clearing them out into a second larger bag he paused, it was heavier than he was really happy with but that couldn’t be avoided. Pausing to grab his sword he looked back at his apartment forlornly for a second, this had been his home and he was remiss to leave it. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. 

Taking his bag he stalked out of his home, and half an hour later he was back at the shallow grave he had dug. He began to set up camp. It was weird because he still got signal for his phone and with solar powered charge packs from his bag he could go on the internet as usual, so apart from the fact that he was outside very little had changed.

Settling into his camp he tried to begin to unpick his situation. This was quite the mess he’d gotten himself into. But the worst part was that he was itching to go out there again and take down more Witches.

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Who’s Stalking Who? || Sylvia and Brian

Brian stood with his hands wrapped around the sword, this witch he had been stalking for a couple of hours now, he was basically using all of his time when he wasn't at work to stalk down Witches and kill them. He saw her step out of the little bakery with a brown bag filled with presumably what was baked goods. Taking a step forward he slipped his sword underneath the long coat he wore and he smiled to himself, it wouldn't be long until he could add a fifth mark to his tattoo tally on his chest. He had never been able to hunt down that many Witches that quickly, there had been the one out in the middle of a field away from anyone else, and now this one. It was a good day to be Brian.

Sylvia had just about made up her mind that things in Ashkent Creek were about to go back to being as boring as a sack of potatoes when she sensed it. There was a man, younger from the looks of him, dark skin, every muscle taut, his stance triggering something in her mind. Marshall. The surname echoed around her brain. She'd heard of them, of course, she would be remiss if she didn't keep herself prepared. The family had a bloody history and she'd heard what had become of the parents. It had been a great day for vampires, a slightly less good one for witches. And the boy. Clearly, he had kept on the family's path, though why he thought to go after the woman carrying a simple bag of groceries was beyond her. Sylvia wasn't one to be frightened easily, but she did have a survival instinct and that instinct told her to stay back for the time being. She wasn't one to engage a slayer, particularly a bloodthirsty one like this. No, she'd remain on the sidelines until she saw how this would pan out.

Brian slipped his sword inside his jacket and set off after the woman with a bag full of groceries, he was good at this part, this was the bit he enjoyed, the hunt, though he was blissfully unaware of the fact that he was in fact being followed and watched as well. That was until he sensed the Vampire. He didn't know where, he didn't know who it was, but he was getting vibes, he wasn't sure where it was coming from and though he wasn't one to let his prey go he had to make a choice between a Witch and a Vampire, and this time his pride beat his duty. Stalking after the woman he made a note of the rough area of the Vampire that he had sensed and promised himself that he would return and investigate just exactly what was going on. But for now he had a witch too kill, and as she made her way down the dark streets of Ashkent Creek he followed her, easily staying out of her vision and he knew that she was blissfully unaware of his existence, for now at least.

Sylvia watched the man follow the woman with groceries, a woman who was making very poor choices in her route home, she might add, and intrigue spiked. She cursed herself for being so stupid, but she followed, at a lengthy distance, letting her curiosity get the better of her for the second time in a week. Why would a slayer be tailing a woman, clearly not a vampire, walking home from the store? Were the rumors true? Did the monster hunter develop a taste for another supernatural being, one that could overshadow even his genes? She watched from the shadows, trying to gauge what the woman was or could have done to incite her pursuer.

Brian followed her for around ten minutes, maybe fifteen, she didn't seem worried about being followed, after all everyone seemed so relieved that the invisible termites had gone that they had forgotten to stop and consider the fact that there might be bigger and badder monsters out there in the night other than spirit bugs that you could only see if you were the right species. Reaching back inside his jacket he pulled his sword out and drew the sheath from it, stowing the sheath away once more. Then he slid the sword away as well, still within reach incase he needed it. Calling out to the woman he reached into his pocket and pulled out a credit card, it was his own, but for the moment she wouldn't know that. "Hey! Lady!" he shouted beginning to sprint after her, putting on a facade of heavy breathing for her own benefit. "You dropped this." he said catching up to her.

Sylvia slowed her pace, listening hard. She could hear the false breathing, the facade of a man trying to be helpful. It was a good act, to the untrained eye. Clearly the woman hadn't had the level of training Sylvia had, for she broke into a relieved smile, practically inviting the man to kill her. She'd seen the long blade, not a blade for killing a vampire. No, he was hunting something else. Not that she cared about the woman's fate, but Sylvia found the idea of letting her be wasted simply because of a boy'd temper tantrum from refusing to deal with his grief. She knew she should just leave well enough alone, but something kept telling her not to. "Oi!" She called, kicking herself for walking into this kind of fight. "I think the lady's fine. Now would you mind? I'm sure she'd like to walk home in peace."

Brian’s senses kicked into overtime, he could feel it again, that buzz that came with the fact that there was a vampire near him, there was something that he wasn't ready to deal with. Spinning around he looked her in the eyes and smiled at her with a shake of his head. "Don't worry about it." he said with a charming grin, the type that he always used when he was convincing someone to do something that he wanted them to do. "I was just going to give the lady her property back." he said with a shake of his head. "No need to lose any blood over it." he said deliberately using a term that would tell her that he knew what she was. He was staring her down, trying to convince her that she was better to leave this alone and walk away from this situation.

Sylvia positioned herself between the slayer and his target, not exactly a position she would have liked to be in. God, she was losing it. This woman meant nothing to her. She was probably a witch, but she had also probably not done anything to deserve the misguided retribution the slayer wanted to enact on her. So she stood her ground, glaring balefully at the man. It was easy to tell he was speaking so she would know exactly what he was and exactly what he knew. "No, there's no need for unnecessary bloodshed." She spoke in curt syllables, letting her eyes revert back to the shocking red that distinguished her as what she was. There was no need to hide in front of the slayer, he already knew. "So why don't you hand the card over and we'll be on our way."

Brian had had enough of the fact that he was hunting Witches and there was nothing that was going to stop him from getting his revenge on the warlocks and witches out there. "Oh but I think there is." he said reaching into his jacket and pulling the sword from his jacket. He lunged forward knocking the Vampire out of the way, with his left fist and catching the Witch in the shoulder with his blade, as blood spurted over the pair of them he pulled out the blade and reached into his jacket holding a cross out in her direction in an attempt to ward her out of the way, he would have much preferred to have staked her, but as it was he was quite busy. The woman he had just stabbed in the shoulder whimpered in pain, and a second later he felt heat envelope him as fire leaped out of her hands. Great. She was one of those.

Sylvia barely had a moment to register what was happening before she'd been thrown out of the way and had a crucifix shoved in her face. Only a few more centuries and that wouldn't matter, but as it was the stupid artifact still kept her from preventing the blade from entering the woman's shoulder. She cried out in pain and though Sylvia had no empathy for her, she wasn't beyond anger at the slayer. Before she knew it, the woman was radiating fire, the flames extending through the small alleyway. "Oh bloody hell." She threw a kick towards the slayer, pushing him away from the witch who was clearly dying and in agony. While she wanted to watch the man burn, she deserved better than to have her killer shoved towards her. "Brilliant plan, really." She yelled, trying to keep away from the flames that the woman clearly could no longer control.

Brian balked backwards in fear. He liked to think that he was brave, maybe a little reckless, but certainly lacking in the fear department, but if there was one thing that he could stand no more than a moth could withstand a bug zapper, it was open flames. Any open flame. Even candles got to him. He just had to find an excuse to blow them out. Thank god for the invention of the light bulb right? Reeling back from the heat, the kick from the Vampire and the flames Brian calculated his options. "Fuck." he groaned under his breath. As the flames spread towards him Brian leapt forward, kicking off the wall and flipping his way over the giant wall of flames that were eating their way towards him. Landing, he rolled once before coming up on his feet. As he sprung up he brought his sword forward and beheaded the witch. Her head spun clean off for a moment before landing in the inferno that he had caused. "It didn't exactly work out as planned, but in the end it could have been worse." he spat back at the Vampire, a wall of fire now separating them. With luck he'd get clean away from the scene before anything else happened. Turning he sprinted away from the scene.

[slayerbrian-blog]

First Blood || Harper and Brian

It had started out with a new sense, something akin to that of being a Slayer and being able to tell what was a human and what was a Vampire. Except, he didn’t know how, but when he wanted to, he could tell if someone was a Witch, a Warlock or a human. It was a strange power, one he was far from used to, and everytime he used it he felt a blinding pain behind his eyes, so powerful that he staggered over and almost blacked out, but that did not change the way he felt. He had never felt this powerful, never before had he been able to hunt Witches as he did with Vampires. 

He had first noticed it at work. There had been a tall woman, a couple of inches shorter than him, with a mousey face and plain brown hair. She had ordered what everyone else ordered, a Fatburger, frankly he was bored of everyone else ordering exactly the same thing, but as he staggered away from her clutching the bridge of his nose and trying to blink away the pain, he suddenly realized that there was nothing here but .... a Witch. He couldn’t tell what kind, but a manic grin had crossed his face as he handed her, her food.

He had finished his shift before she had finished her food, but when she did he had been waiting for her. 

He stalked her away from Al’s Diner, she walked away from the main town, down a road, and down to a tiny path that she followed, this could not be more perfect. Not only could he sense Witches but this one was all but asking to be killed. He stalked her for a second more, before smiling and shouting in her direction. 

“Hey!” he said with a smile. “You dropped this.” he said holding nothing, but she was too far away to notice that. She stopped. Turning and facing him, she didn’t have a chance and as he approached her he launched a swift punch to her wind pipe.

As she doubled over choking he pulled a wickedly sharp knife from a hidden pocket and smiled at her maniacally. “For mom and dad.” he muttered, before bringing the blade across her throat and watching her wind pipe explode in a shower of blood.

It was a second later that he noticed someone watching...

[magicallykiran]

Which Witch is Which? || Peter and Kiran

Peter racked his head for answers. Answers about what had happened at ​Illusions Of Grandeur​, because he pretty much had Kiran figured out. The man was a witch, or warlock. Either way he practiced magic. Did his mom know? Who was that girl, and what the hell did she do to him. He was able to calm himself before getting home, and decided against telling his parents. They might try and get him to leave, or just lie to him about things. When he saw Kiran, he moved so there was room for both of them on the bench. He had his hand out holding a soda. "Got you this."

Kiran watched Peter carefully, he had clearly arrived at the bench earlier, and now Kiran was making his way towards someone he had once considered to be his friend. He still thought of him as his friend, but he worried that Peter had changed his mind about Kiran and that it wouldn't be long before he was rejecting him. In the end that was Peter's decision, and nothing that Peter did would change his out look on the world, for now he would have to trust that he had the best motivation at heart. Taking the soda from him he sat down next to him and smiled. "Thanks, are you alright?" he asked careful to be very peaceful in his tone.

Peter shrugged, a chuckle sounding. "As best as I can. Honestly I'm not even that shocked about you. I'm more worried about where these bugs are coming from, if they'l get to my home, why I can't see them. I mean, are they even bugs? Who is Erol, and that girl. And, what they did to her, what she did to me. I have absolutely no idea what's going on except that you're a witch. You are a witch, right?" He strained to keep his voice low, and right now it was more of a loud whisper.

Kiran looked at Peter, and from the sound of the chuckle he was immediately relieved that Peter was not angry. "Well if it will make you feel better I can cast some protective spells and charms over your house, that should protect you from the bugs for a while and you won't have to worry about the bugs getting to your parents." he said with a shrug. "Erol, I don't know who he is, that girl as well, I could speculate, but I can't make a firm decision without more information." he said with a sigh, brushing his hair out of his eyes he took a sip of his soda. "The technical term is Warlock, but Witch works just as well."

Peter laughed. "Technical terms. I just learned my friend who my mother taught piano to can do spells and charms and hexes. That . . . that sounds rude, I'm sorry. I would appreciate immensely if you could dot hat for us. I um . . . I could offer my services as a guard dog, now that you know what I am." Peter tried for a joke, and looked over Kiran. "My mother must have meant you were special in another way, I don't think she knows you're a witch, otherwise she might not have wanted us hanging out." He snapped the cap off his coke and took a sip.

Kiran smiled at his friend and shrugged. "I'll try not to be so technical in the future." he smiled again and shrugged gently. "I mean this town is really weird and if I can do spells and charms, though I am not so good at hexes, but if I can do all those things." he said with a laugh. "Then can you imagine what other people in this town can do?" he asked with a laugh. "Don't worry about that, but it would be my pleasure to help you out and your family, no charge at all." he shrugged and took another sip. "But be sure to line the entrance to your doors and windows with salt, that will keep them out if any of my magic fails, and as unlikely as that seems, best be safe rather than sorry right?" he said with a gentle smile.

Peter grinned. "I guess I always imagined warlock was a term for a more . . . evil person. But I don't think you're evil." Peter looked at him again and sighed heavily, clearly tired from everything that had happened. "I'd rather not. What you did was powerful, and if there's people stronger than you, I just hope I'm not on their bad side." Peter's eyes scanned the park, wondering if there were any invisible enemies lurking. He resisted the urge to pull his feet up. "Salt, got it. I'm sure we have salt." He scoffed and said, "oh you're right, I believe that. So, you're not surprised at all about my being a lycan?"

Thinking about what Peter said made ​Kiran​ shudder slightly. "That is all a misnomer. Witches and Warlocks get a bad reputation because of our names, but we don't get called this because of our moral alignment, more because of our gender." he shrugged gently. Sitting back on the bench. "Don't worry, I've not actually encountered anyone that I would openly point out as a threat, well of course these invisible things. Whatever they are, they are an obvious threat." he said sighing and shrugging. "But you know what don't worry about it, you'll be fine, we all will." he said with a shrug. "Salt and Iron apparently, but we'll just have to keep an eye out." he shrugged once more. "Not particularly, I mean a bit, but not as much as if you were like a Vampire."

Peter nodded. From what little he knew about the magic folk, he knew that the names they were killed were interchangeable. "So you just prefer warlock, no big deal." The werewolf leaned back and took another sip of his drink. "So they're bugs that we can't see, with the chewing power of maybe a . . . piranha? Basically we've got . . . man-eating, termites?" It was nice of Kiran to say, but Peter would worry, for a while. Once the salt and spell barrier's came up, he'd feel safer. But it's not like he could be covered all the time. "I guess we could carry salt on our person," he thought out loud. "Iron too? That'll be a bit harder to acquire in bulk." He laughed and looked at Kiran. "So I'd be more of a shock if I sucked blood, not grew fangs and claws? Have you met many other species?"

Kiran shrugged, watching his friend carefully, wondering if he was really taking this all so well. "I doubt you'll be calling me a Warlock much, this is something I prefer to keep on the down low of course." he said with a smile. He thought for a moment and sighed. "Something like that. I am not completely sure how it all works, but they're deadly, lethal and they'll eat you up if they can." he said with a frown. The infestation terrified him, though how they were supposed to handle it he wasn't sure. "It is best not to go outside, with that said we should probably get moving." he said. "Don't want to sit outside in one place for too long, it could be dangerous." he said with a sigh. "Well I thought Vampires couldn't go out into sunlight, and I've seen you in the day plenty of times."

Peter scoffed again and gave Kiran the ​really?​ look. "I can imagine that, Kiran. There's only a handful that know what I am, and that includes my parents. Your secret is safe with me." Of course he wouldn't tell anyone, but he needed to figure out who Amelia was. Before she even took his energy he felt he knew her. Peter remembered that face from a dream, and was sure he hadn't seen her in town. "That Amelia girl, if you see her, keep an eye on her, would you? She . . . I think she might be dangerous." Peter stood up and checked the time on his phone. "Yeah, we should get going. I have to go to the police station, talk about a few things with people." He laughed and nodded. "That's true. Well, it was good taking to you. I'm, sorry we had to find out about each other this way."

Kiran raised an eyebrow at Peter, he hadn't expected him to say something like that but he couldn't help but feel intrigued. "There are a number of people who would say exactly the same thing about you and me Peter." he pointed out with a slight sigh. "But I'll do my best to make sure that if I see her I'll keep an eye out for her, although I am not sure that is something I am entirely comfortable with." He shrugged once more. "If you want me to, I'll come with you, wait for you at the station and then we'll go back to your house and get it all set up so it is safe?" he said with a shrug and a smile. "I'm not, it was a good way to build trust with you." he said smiling gently. "If we had met another way, well it wouldn't have been the same."

Peter pursed his lips and nodded. "I know, but what she did . . . I feel like I've seen her before. I'm not sure, just-just maybe, find out what creature she is?" Peter had heard of Hunters and Slayers, Hunters obviously being his biggest fear. But he had stayed alive for this long. "If you don't want to, you don't have. I really can't ask that of you. It just seemed . . . really weird, what she did, very frightening." Peter looked at Kiran. Another way? Possibly Peter meeting Kiran as a wolf, or Peter being a subject of a spell gone wrong from Kiran's fingers. "Yeah, we could. Did you drive here? Because I can take you with me. And you're going to have to show me some things you can do." Peter rubbed the back of his neck. "I've kind of always been fascinated by witches . . . and a bit put off by you guys."

Kiran shook his head gently, his hair cascading in flowing waterfalls of brunette. "Well I will keep an eye out for her, and whilst I have my suspicions about what she might be, I don't want to jump to assumptions without more information." he said with a sigh and a smile. "I will keep my eye out for her, to make sure that nothing happens to her and to make sure that she doesn't do anything to anyone, but I will be discrete about it." he said with a shake of his head, "And I am not spying on her." he said conclusively. "I got a lift in with my sister, she has the car and she can always pick me up later." he sighed and shook his head. "I'll try and fill you in if I can." he said with a sigh, "but there isn't always an answer."

Peter pushed his hair back with his fingers, a bit envious of all that Kiran had on that head. But he could never pull that look off, what a silly thought. "And you shouldn't. There's no telling what she is. Who knows what other supernatural creatures are here in Ashkent." Peter nodded to everything he said. "I wouldn't want you to get yourself in any trouble, especially with another supernatural creature." Peter finished his soda and threw it in a can they passed. "I understand. Let's head out. I'll try and be quick."

Kiran nodded at his friend and smiled. "I'm sure she is completely harmless, you'll find that most of the things in Ashkent Creek that are a little strange are not all completely evil, and most of the time they're as tame as a house pussy cat." he said with a smile. "Don't worry, you're not going to get me in any trouble. Lets just get to the station and then back to your house, this really shouldn't take all that much time." he said with a shrug. Standing up he placed his soda in the bin, not as sure with his throw as Peter seemed. "So why are you going to the station?" he asked curiously.

Peter snickered and shook his head, looking down in amusement. "Like us? I'd say we could do some real damage, if we wanted to. It's not that I think she's evil. I think she knows something about me." They walked towards the entrance to the park, where most had parked their cars. Peter took out his keys and shook them around in his hand. "I hope it doesn't. I'm going to ask talk about maybe while the animals are acting up. I think it's everything that's going on in town. Though with the bug incident, I'm gonna have a few more questions. Maybe one of the officers saw something from last night, maybe a few could see the bugs."

Kiran looked at Peter quizically and raised an eyebrow at him. "You know what Peter." he said with a smile. "If you're so sure that you know her, now bear with me, but maybe you should just ask her if she knows something about you? Surely that would clear all of this up for you!" he said as he kept an eye out for anything strange that was going on, not that he could have picked anything up, but it didn't stop him from being extra vigilant. "I don't think that they will have anything to say that will be helpful." he shrugged. "but it is worth a shot right?"

Peter frowned for a moment, then nodded. Kiran was right. He could try and find out what was going on with her from the source. It made him nervous though, the idea of confronting her. But it was better than putting his friend on the spot. "You're right. I will. It'll be okay!" He matched Kiran's enthusiasm. "Right! Even if the cops are anything supernatural, they could still be something. It's worth a shot asking."

Kiran nodded as they arrived at Peter's car, as he unlocked it he stepped inside and took a seat, buckling his belt. "Lets get going then." he said with a smile as he sat back and waited for them to get going. "I want to get back to your house as soon as possible and get those spells up." he said with a smile, family always came first.

Peter strapped himself in and started up the car. Fortunately, he needed directions to the station. "One second." The werewolf pulled out his phone and went to the map app. "Okay, um . . . there we go." He set his phone up and started to drive. "I do too. I promise I'll make it quick. I . . . I do have some questions for you. If that's okay?"

Kiran nodded at Peter. "I know that you have questions, and you can ask away." he said with a sigh and a nod. "Go for it, whatever you have just let fire." he wanted Peter to have complete trust in him. "And if you don't mind I have a couple of things I was wondering about you? I hope you will be able to help me out with it." he said with a nod.

Peter smiled. "Of course, Kiran. I'd be surprised if you didn't want to ask me anything. It's not everyday this happens. Funny enough, it's probably everyday someone says that expression." He tapped his fingers against the wheel. "What do you do, with magic? How long have you been practicing it. Does Asya know?" He looked over for a moment at him, coming to a stop light.

Kiran smiled at Peter and shook his head gently. "I am a pretty unsurprising person." he said with a smile. "It is a bit of a weird expression." he said with a smile as he sat back in the chair and adjusted gently. "I specialize particularly in healing magic and protection spells, like the type that I used in the theater the other day." he said with a nod. "Asya knows, so does my mother, they're all witches themselves." he said with a smile. "So what is it like being a werewolf?" he asked gently.

Peter pushed a hand through his hair again, looking over at Kiran. "Healing and protection, doesn't sound too evil." Peter gave him a small smile. "Oh really? So you're a whole family of witches." A grin came to his face. "My parents are werewolves, our families have been werewolves for a long time. It's . . . fun to say the least. I love it. There were moments when I was young that it scared me because I had a hard time controlling it, but now I have it nearly mastered. Whatever's happening in this town is reversing that, but . . . I love being a werewolf. It's great."

Laughing ​Kiran​ shook his head and smiled at him and laughed gently. "Well you know Peter I like to think that I am not all that evil, I am just good at healing people and protecting them from harm, which is what I am going to do for you and your family." he said with a simple smile. "Well my mother is not my biological mother, so it was a strange coincidence that we all are, but somehow it has worked out that way, she was the one who taught me most of the basics." he said with a smile. He looked at his friend and raised an apprehensive eyebrow, though he remained silent. "Your mother is a werewolf?" he asked surprised. "You've got to be kidding, there is no way that she could be a wild beast like that." he said with a smirk. "I must have had your family completely pegged wrong."

Peter blushed, then stepped on the gas pedal. "My mom does have her flaws. She . . . has a type of prejudice against other species. She always wanted me to stray from other species, so I . . . didn't think you were evil, but I was surprised you were a witch. I guess I had a vision of a guy or girl with green skin and warts, despite the Wicked Witch actually being a very good character. Have you seen Wicked?" He grinned and nodded. "Maybe it was the pull of magic, that you two were drawn to her, and vise versa." Peter chuckled. "Whole family, for generations. She's not very wild, but she can go through an animal like one would. Which . . . I guess makes her wild."

Kiran looked at Peter and smiled with a nod. "Everyone has flaws though I hope your mother changes her opinion when it comes to me." he said with a nod. "Though I can tell you that there are no green warts or green skin, or anything like that." he said with a smile. At the question if he had ever seen Wicked he couldn't help but laugh. "I am a drama major." he said with a laugh. "I have been going to watch musicals for most of my life." he said with a smile and a shrug. "Of course I've seen Wicked, it is actually one of my favorites." he said smiling to himself. "I don't know what it was, but I am sure glad that she did adopt us. I cannot imagine a life without my mother being my mother, she has been such an integral part of my life." he sat back again and nodded. "It is just a weird picture to imagine." he said simply.

Peter nodded. "I'm sure she will, if I tell her. Like I said, your secret is safe with me. No one will know, unless you want them to. Could you give someone green skin and warts, if you wanted to?" Truly he was intrigued by damage and type of hexes that could be done, though the healing bit was interesting too. He experienced that though, with his speedy healing. When Kiran reminded him of what his schooling career choice was, Peter laughed. "Right, so you've seen them all." He gave Kiran a look. "Of course it's one of your favorites. Though I'd be lying if I said Teen Wolf wasn't a favorite show of mine." He nodded, feeling like he could understand that. "She helped you with magic, I don't know what I would do without my parents."

Kiran couldn't help but shrug at his friend. "Well I am grateful for the fact that you are so happy to keep this secret." he said with a smile. "Lets just keep it between you and me." he said with a nod. He was truly grateful for the fact that his friend was there to help him out. "I mean with some practice and the right knowledge of the right spells and rituals then I probably could, but it would be tough." he said with a smile. "That isn't really the right sort of magic for me." he said with a smile. "I haven't seen them all, there are lots and lots of musicals, but I've seen a lot of them." he admitted with a smile. "I worry about your choice in TV show, but you're the werewolf, how accurate is that TV show?" he asked with a smile. "Everyone's parents helps them in their own ways right?"

Peter put a hand up and shrugged. They only had a good twenty or so minutes -with Peter's driving- until they reached the station. Luckily there was no predicted awkward silence between the two young men. "I would hope that I could confide in someone with a secret similar to mine." He nodded. "Of course, Kiran. No one else will know." His parents, manager, Marian, and one assistant were the only people to ever know his furry secret. And of course his aunt from across state. "So it'd be difficult to turn someone green, but not make a shield?" Then Kiran explained. "So a witch is only skilled at certain . . . ranges of magic?" Peter laughed. "Maybe we can see a few together." The werewolf scoffed. "Teen Wolf is a great show. I don't know how much Jeff Davis got right on other species, but yeah, werewolves have the alpha-beta-omega system. We do turn into wolf-man beast during the full moon. We don't just get furry or turn into regular timber wolves like that Twilight crap." Peter -again- raised a hand. "Some parents, yeah."

Kiran looked at him, staring out the windscreen as they drove, admiring the landscape of wooded land and fields as it flashed past in the slightly dull April weather, with a couple of clouds decorating the sky. "To be honest I am impressed that you have a secret that is as interesting as mine." he said with a gentle smile. "I'm glad that I can trust you." he said bowing his head gently. "Well it is something like that, the magic you're talking about would probably come under something like hexing or illusion magic, and most Witches or Warlocks focus on one or two specilizations, I focus on healing and protection magic, and whilst I could try my hand at it, I just wouldn't have the same skills as a Witch or Warlock who had been practicing those strains of magic in the long term." he said with a smile. "Wow, are you sure this guy doesn't have some insider information?" he asked with a laugh. "He seems to have got most of the information that you have to a T. Which for a fluke is some pretty impressive work."

Peter grinned and looked like he was just complimented on his body. "Really? I guess most people's secrets are who they lost their virginity to, or that they've done cocaine or have an STD. I'm just glad none of those secrets are mine. You're secrets pretty intriguing too. So what types of magic are there? Why are you good at healing and protecting spells, and not at others?" Peter looked at him for a moment then turned back to the road. "I'm glad I can trust you too, Kiran. That means a lot to me." Peter didn't have a hard time grasping what Kiran explained. "Well, what if you suddenly just jumped into hexing spells? Could you ever become as good as others? Or is like, once you've passed a certain point, you're stuck with that type of magical field?" Peter rolled his eyes. "I used a bit of my money to visit the set of Teen Wolf. Needless to say . . . not everyone on there is human." He grinned wildly.

Kiran looked at his friend and laughed. "You know that is a really weird comparison to make, but I have never had an STD and I've yet to do Cocaine, although if I caught and STD or did Cocaine I believe that my mother would skin me alive." he said with a laugh. "But you are right, our secrets are a lot more interesting." he paused for a moment and shrugged once or twice. "There are plenty, more than I'd care to list off, from Potions to elemental magic my mother used to say, but I can give you a comprehensive list if you're interested." he said with a shrug. "I don't know, healing and protection spells simply came the most naturally to me." he said with a smile. "And why try to be good at something else?" he said with a smirk. He sighed and shrugged. "I doubt it, I'm naturally talented with healing and protection spells, they're my specialties, I could study hexes for years and I'd never be as good as I am at healing." he said with a shrug. "You can practice other forms of magic, just not as successfully." he shrugged and smiled. "Wow, I bet that was interesting." he said with a smile.

Peter shrugged. "We have similar mothers then, in more ways than one. I wonder if werewolves can get STD's . . . considering our supernatural healing. I'll have to ask my mother about that." He smirked. "Very interesting. It's strange, growing up with this life, it being totally normal, but just because everyone around you isn't like you, it makes your lifestyle still seem so special." Peter shook his head. "You don't have to worry about it, it's not like I could practice magic. I'm just intrigued. It's like vampires. I wouldn't want to experience their life, but I think it's so fascinating, especially when you're only brought up around werewolves. You're honestly the first person I've met that I know is a witch." He nodded, licking his lips, getting closer to the station. "Did you ever try any other types of magic before you found your calling? Heh, guess you're right." Peter nodded. "Oh, very. Some stories I could tell you, Kiran."

Kiran laughed. "Be careful when you tell your mother that." he said with a smirk. "Don't make it sound like you've got a supernatural STD because well I wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of that glare." he said with laugh. "You have no idea what it was like going through high school and trying to teach myself some of the more advanced protection and healing spells," he said with a chuckle. "No one understood my pain." he shrugged gently. "I think I understand what you mean." he said with a nod. "Well you'd be surprised by the number of Witches and Warlocks that there are in this town, it is actually pretty impressive." he said with a shrug. He thought about it for a moment. "I fiddled about with potion making and telekinesis for a little, but not really that much." he said with a shrug. "Another time." he said as Peter stepped outside and dashed into the station, before returning twenty minutes later. "Success?" he asked his friend eagerly.

Peter blushed and sighed. "Well, I'll make sure she knows that you and I aren't doing anything R-rated. I think she believes I'm already in some type of relationship with my friend Ricky." The thought of Ricky made him smile and blush harder. "Well tell me about it. We can share our stories. You have any idea what it was like having to shift three nights in a row when I had tests and homework to do? We share the pain, Kiran," Peter shook his head while chuckling. He cracked his knuckles when they came to another stop light. It ended after a few seconds though. "Would I? That kinda makes me a bit more worried, unless you think there's nothing to worry about. If there's been witches in this town so long and nothings happened, maybe its okay. Unless you account these last few weeks. I suspected there were a few witches doing something." Peter nearly stopped the car but kept his attention focused. "Telekinesis? Like, moving things with your mind? You can do that? Kiran that's awesome! Okay, hold on, I'll be back." Peter jumped out, still amazed. When he returned, Peter shrugged. "Yeah, it was alright. They police didn't know much."

Kiran spoke with a bright smile decorating his face. "Oh it wasn't me that I was worried about." he said laughing. "I think i know him, we tranquilized a cow together." he said simply, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "Man that sounds awful. Magic did have its perks though, but my mother never let me get away with taking a 'sick' day knowing I could heal myself up for school." he said with a sad sigh. But it hadn't been all that bad. "No the witches I know are just fine." he said with a smile. "Yes, it is a form of magic, I can't do it well at all, my mother is much better." he said shrugging. "Get me to your house and I'll set up the barriers, and then i'd better get going."

Peter gave Kiran the weirdest expression. "You two tranquilized a cow?" He scoffed. "We'll talk about that when I get back." Peter snickered, nodding. "Yeah that's pretty freaking rough man. It was good to hear Peter didn't know of any "bad" witches or warlocks. "Well, at least you're good at healing and protecting. It came in hand last night. I'm glad you were there to help us." Peter nodded and started the car back up. "It shouldn't take more than ten minutes. So, you and Ricky did what to a cow?"

Kiran shook his head laughing. "Long story, and really not as interesting as it sounds." he said laughing with a shrug. He laughed once more and shrugged. "Well it was sort of going insane on the outskirts of one of the fields, it ended up charging Ricky and I had to cast a barrier around him to protect him, which in turn led to him guessing what I am no matter how fervently I denied it." he said with a shrug.

Peter gave Kiran a ​I bet you're lying​ look. "I haven't known Ricky long, but I'm willing to bet a story like that with him involved is pretty good." Peter's eyes widened when he learned Ricky now knew too about the supernatural. "So, he knows you're a witch, and he wasn't shocked or anything? What . . . what did he say? How was he acting?" Peter got the sense he and Ricky would grow to be great friends. And the boy already made it clear he wanted to kiss Peter.

Kiran shrugged. "I'm not sure that he knows for certain, I tried to play it off as a weird freak of nature event." he said with a frown. "At first he was definitely shocked, but then you'd be shocked if a cow had just stopped dead in its tracks as it was about to gore you." he shrugged. "It was entirely understandable." he said with a laugh.

Peter nodded. "So he may not know, cool. Do you think the cow did it because all the other animals are acting strange lately?" Peter turned down the road and then into his neighborhood. "Did you ever get those chalk markings on your sidewalk?"

Kiran nodded. "It was all that weird stuff that was going on." he didn't tell Peter that he knew exactly what was going on, he didn't need that sort of pressure. "But yeah he may be entirely oblivious." he shrugged. "Yeah we got those." he said as they drove into Peter's neighborhood, that was some really weird going ons, although this is just as weird."

Peter shook his head, pulling into the driveway. "My folks aren't here, hopefully they won't be back for a while." Peter sighed and took off his seat belt. The boy laughed and got out of the car. "Poor boy. He's really sweet and funny, I hope he doesn't get roped into any trouble. I'm sorry about that, Kiran. You don't know what it means, do you?" He pushed his hand through his hair again and walked through the front door. "Welcome to the Turner household."

Kiran shrugged. "Well that is lucky for us, it would be kind of hard to explain what we're going to do if they were in." he said as he stepped out of the car and looked up at the house, "He seemed nice enough, and he was cool about it all." he said laughing. "Don't be sorry about it Peter. You did nothing wrong." he said with a smile as he walked into the house. "Well thank you, lets get set up, I need some sage and something from the house, some dust or ground up brick will do fine."

Peter whistled sharply. "Yeah. How long will it take to put this up? Not that I'm rushing you, but you said you have to go somewhere, right?" Peter nodded, smiling while thinking of Ricky. "I like Ricky a lot." The boy shrugged. "I know, but I'm sorry you had to get it. I'd be really creeped out." Peter looked around the house and nodded. "Sage, okay. I think we have some." Peter walked into the kitchen and picked sage out of the pantry. "Got the sage! You said dust? Will any dust do? Like dust from the window or something?"

Kiran nodded. "Not long at all..." he said setting about and starting getting ready. He looked at his friend and shrugged once more. "Uh it has to be a bit of your house for this ritual to work properly." he said with a shrug.

Peter looked around and walked outside. He pulled one of the smaller floor board pieces from the patio and showed it to Kiran. "What about this?"

Kiran looked at the piece of the floor board and smiled. "That will work brilliantly." he said with a nod before taking it and sitting down in the middle of the lounge. He slipped his eyes closed and began chanting gently. Soon a barrier began rising around the house, protecting it from any insects that would be coming after the occupants of the house.

Peter grinned and nodded. "Perfect." Crossing his arms, Peter shut the door and looked out the window to make sure his parents weren't coming home. His mother would be the wilder of the two. In all honesty, this was dangerous. Kiran could be lying to Peter, casting some curse or hex. He didn't get any sense of lying though, and Kiran truly seemed kind and helpful. Looking around, Peter saw a nearly transparent wave passing over the house. "That' it, wow."

Kiran nodded. "Have you got any salt?" he asked with a shrug. "Preferably rock salt." he said picking up the jar and handing it over to Peter. "Keep that safe and over the entrances to your house make sure that you put salt and any iron, that will give you a little extra protection." he said with a smile. "Now I really have to go, I'll see you soon friend." he said before smiling and stepping out the front door.