Detective Teagan Emerson

27 year old Human Detective DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Minka Kelly, nor am I in any way affiliated with her.

[teagan-emerson]

Running to Someplace Good || Teagan & Caden (closed)

Honestly, Teagan couldn't tell you how she'd come to be dating a Belfront. She could remember a time when she'd vowed to herself she would never go near that family. Though, that was mostly because they were constantly in the holding cells at the precinct, and were almost always causing a commotion. And she knew if she went over there, she'd beat some sense into all of them. But yet, here she was, packing a bag to trek out to Caden's place in the woods. 

It'd been a few weeks since they'd started dating, and Teagan could honestly say that she was really, truly happy. For the first time in a long time, she wasn't spending every second thinking about how she wasn't good enough for Dylan. She could go about her life and think about the way Caden smiled at her, or the affectionate way he called her Brown Eyes. Yeah, Teagan had been smiling a lot more than usual since that Belfront had first asked her out - the fact that he'd been in handcuffs at the time was casually forgotten.

Teagan tied her long, chocolate hair back into a ponytail as she checked over all the things she had laid out. Hot food she'd just made and boxed up to take out to him: check; clothes for the weekend if he allowed her to stay: check. She began to sort everything into the large backpack she'd bought just for this purpose, and once it was full, she zipped it up and plopped down on her couch to pull on her old, worn-in pair of hiking boots. She'd had them since she was in high school, and as she laced them up, she made a note to start looking to buy new ones.

Teagan pulled on her light jacket and then the backpack before heading out and into the woods of Oxford. It was mid afternoon, so it was the warmest part of the day. Fall had always been Tea's favorite season. The mornings and evenings were cool and midday was warm with a cool breeze. How much better could it get?

She was glad that she'd been to Caden's before. Or she probably never would have found it. But soon enough, she was walking up on the little place Caden called home. "Caden?" she called out, hoping that he was even home. For all she knew, he was out running about town - or, heaven forbid, getting arrested.

[fashionwithkenzie]

[vivian-davis]

jackson foster is not a ladies man - a Jackson Foster moodboard ft. Harley Keventry, Vivian Davis, Teagan Emerson, Cecilia Monroe, Ariella Beauxford, Olivia Wallace, Natalie Montgomery, and Allyson Bellefry

[harleykeventry]

You, Me, & Tea | Harley & Teagan

[harleykeventry]

Harley watched as exhaustion clouded her best friend’s eyes, frowning with worry. Gladly, she looped an arm around the woman Harley had dubbed her Platonic Lesbian Life Partner and grinned brightly. “So,” she summarized, enthusiastically. “Basically what you’re saying is now we get a chance to do it all over with twice the level of awesome! I’m totally down for that.”

Harley Keventry was nothing, if not enthusiastic. Life was short and she believed in living it to the fullest. Even so, she was used to having to prove her worth 24/7, but Tea had always been one of those people around whom she could actually let down her shields and breathe…and that felt good. “Let’s get you out of here,” she said, quickly, as the two moved towards the door. What Harley didn’t know for sure about Tea’s love life, she had inferred and, in any case, she knew for a fact that it was exhausting for Tea to be around Dylan. Of course, that was also admittedly awkward for Harley, considering that Dylan was her cousin, but Harley made it work on both ends - she’d always been good at running interference for people and keeping things upbeat even in the worst circumstances. It was a skill she’d had to develop young, given how her father and brother had always gone at it. When they were out of the station and loading into the car, Harley turned to look at her friend. “How’re you holding up?” she asked gently. “Do you wanna talk about your day…or would you rather just move on?”

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan allowed Harley to steer her out of the station, only looking back to wave to her partner as he called out a goodbye. But as they stepped outside of the station and Harley fixed her gaze on Teagan, she felt a little more relaxed. Even with the topic that was brought up. "Nothing too terrible today," she reassured her friend softly, giving Harley a squeeze on the shoulder.

Teagan admired Harley. Teagan wished sometimes she could be more like her best friend; optimistic, cheerful, and able to put a smile on anyone's face at any given time. Teagan had always been an action-taker. She was the friend that was called when something needed to get done. She wasn't as strong in the matters of sitting down with someone and talking them through whatever might have been going on. 

Tea smiled playfully before nudging her best friend, "Didn't see that stinky cousin of yours." She winked to her best friend before trotting down the stairs in front of the precinct. They both knew that Teagan preferred days where she did see Dylan. But that was also a bad thing in Teagan's eyes. He'd made it clear he didn't want to be together; so she needed to move on. Harley helped with that in her own way. Tea knew how the awkwardness between herself and Dylan affected Harley. And Tea would do just about anything to help Harley out of that situation.

"So, to the liquor store?"

[teagan-emerson]

[subtleelevation-deactivated2018]

[teagan-emerson]

Blood Bank || Teagan & Jackson

[jacksonfosterr]

The faintest of smiles formed on Jacksons lips at her words. Teagan trusted him. In fact, she trusted him a lot more than he trusted himself. It should’ve made this entire thing less stressful but it seemed to be doing just the opposite. The last thing Jackson wanted to do was hurt her, especially considering the fact that it had been a while since he’d chosen to feed on a human. For the past two years he’d been drinking nothing but TruBlood, declining Celias overs every time she asked if he wanted to feed from a human.

And as much as he didn’t want to admit it, TruBlood just wasn’t enough sometimes.

Jackson was positive that if he’d still had a heartbeat it would be racing right now. “I’m serious, Tea…don’t hesitate to use that,” he told her, his blue eyes glancing down to the silver pendant in her hand. He watched as she stepped closer to him, a determined look in her eyes before finally closing them, allowing Jackson to do as he pleased. The amount of trust that she had in him was something else. Sucking in a breath, Jackson lifted his hands and gently placed them on the side of Teagans neck, the warmth of her skin suddenly making it all the more tempting. He felt his fangs emerge as he leaned forward and carefully sank his teeth into the crook of Teagans neck.

Jackson felt his body go rigid for a split second before it was replaced by something completely different feeling: relief. The moment he tasted her blood on his tongue he felt it. He was hit with the realization that this was what he’d been missing. What he’d needed. The unusual sensation of hunger suddenly hit the pit of his stomach and had he been more conscious, Jackson would’ve mentally kicked himself for having passed this up for so long. So he drank. Minutes ago he had been determined to feed for no more than a couple of seconds but that feeling of deprivation was quickly kicking in. Absentmindedly, he took a step closer to Teagan not able to pull away yet. 

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan gasped aloud as she felt his fangs in her flesh. It was painful for the five seconds it took for her to relax. But as soon as she relaxed, she felt... well, rather good. Like she was doing a good thing; like she was helping in some way. But she could also see how people became addicted to this for a whole other reason. It was so intimate. His lips pulling on her neck distorted the pulse of her heart. Her life literally hung in the balance, only dependent on Jackson stopping or her forcing him to stop.

Her hands that were on his chest now curled up, gripping the fabric of his shirt. She hadn't expected how intimate it would be, or how that intimacy would race through her. She bit down on her lower lip and when she felt him step closer to her, she leaned her body into his, suddenly all too aware of his cold, strong, muscular body.

"Jackson," she breathed out, surprised again by how close to a moan it sounded like. She could feel her knees getting a little shaky; and whether that was from loss of blood or her sudden desire to pull his clothes off, she didn't know. But it was probably better that she were cautious and warned him already that she was feeling woozy.

[cadenbelfront]

That Arresting Gaze | Caden & Tea

"Fuck," spluttered Caden, stumbling back to his feet. Whipping about to face his opponent, Caden seized up a chair and, raising it over with head with a roar, cracked it over the other mans head. Wood splintered in every direction and Caden held up what was left of his makeshift weapon: an ungainly set of chair legs and most of a seat.

Bar brawls weren’t terribly uncommon in the bizarre set if exploits that comprised the life of Caden Belfront - and neither were the events that followed. They heard the sirens before they saw the lights, but Caden was much too caught up in the moment to make a run for it…Not to mention the fact that he’d been arrested so many times the prospect no longer managed to intimidate him (in fact, it was something of a family tradition at this point).

Swinging his makeshift weapon, he lashed out this way and that. The excitement was the best way he knew to exorcise his demons and, tonight, he had more than usual. The entire Belfront clan had taken the news of Jackson’s vampirism - and the fallout of that confession - rather poorly. Caden was hardly an exception and distraction was the best balm in life he knew.

It wasn’t until the cops converged and started breaking them up forcibly that Caden dropped his makeshift club and raised his hands in the air. His scowl broke into a (slightly drunken) grin when he fixed his blue eyes on an angel in a police uniform who was approaching him.

Caden knew Teagan a bit, of course - it was that kind of town, but he’d never really talked to her much. He decided that now was the time to fix that. “Boy,” he managed, “Did I luck out. Anyone ever tell you how stunning you are in that uniform?”

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan was a little less than happy about being back in uniform. She'd done her fair share of time in a uniform and had worked her ass off in college to get her title of detective. But just because a few people were sick and the case load was low, she had to get back in the tan and brown uniform she'd grown to loathe so much.

She'd just walked out of the locker room and was pulling her hair into a tight ponytail at the back of her head when the call came in and the organized chaos broke out. Glancing around, Teagan finally caught eyes with her captain who pointed to one of the other officers, and Teagan let out a sigh as she went on after the designated officer.

Upon arrival at the scene, Teagan easily recognized the two people involved in the (seemingly) bar-wide altercation that wer directly in front of her. One of them was Caden Belfront. Having been close to Jackson pretty much her whole life, she'd run into Caden a time or two, but the two had never really had a full conversation. When he placed his hands in the air, she holstered her gun and pulled out her handcuffs. She only faltered a bit at his words. It was still surprising to her when good looking males hit on her in any form.

She supposed she had an odd combination of herself and Dylan to thank for her extremely low self-confidence.

"I don't know how long you'll count yourself lucky," she told him with a raised brow, attempting to come off tough, but hardly able to keep the pleased smile off her lips. She walked around behind him and leaned up on her toes to grip his wrist, pulling it around behind his back and then bringing the other to the same position. She hooked the handcuffs around his wrists and then gripped the small amount of chain that was between them so she could lead him towards the backseat of the cop car.

"I have to search you now, would you prefer a male cop?" she asked him with a raised brow as she pushed him lightly against the door of the car.

[fuckyeahevansandgosling]

[teagan-emerson]

Blood Bank || Teagan & Jackson

[jacksonfosterr]

"No way," he replied and stood abruptly before he could even process the rest of what Teagan said. No. Feeding from Teagan? Hypothetically, feeding from someone he knew sounded like a good idea…but now that the situation was presenting itself, Jackson was clearly hesitant. Maybe he didn’t want to admit that he didn’t trust himself as much as he claimed too. At least when it came to someone important to him.

He fell silent as he looked around the room, as if trying to find the answer to this entire situation. Deep down, Jackson knew what he wanted to do. But it was wrong, right? Even if Teagan was offering herself to him…even if it would weirdly benefit her somehow an- no, he couldn’t. But he wanted too. After a moment he turned around to look at her again, a visibly torn expression on his face. “It’s..risky, Teagan,” he finally admitted, his blue eyes not leaving her face now, “I know how to, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to stop.”

Jackson nearly expected Teagan to take back the offer after he admitted that. It never happened. There was an almost determined expression on the brunettes face as she looked at him. He should’ve known better; once Teagan set her mind on something there wasn’t much anyone could do to talk her out of it. He could relate to that. “Silver…do you have any? In case I can’t…” he trailed off, not really feeling the need to explain. He didn’t want to take any chances, especially with Teagan. If he couldn’t stop himself then at least she would be able to stop him.

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan had been about to argue that she didn't need it. She knew that he would never hurt her. She so wholly believed in him that she didn't even think about how dangerous it could be. But when she saw the look in his eye, she realized that it would make him feel better about it. And so, she didn't argue. She nodded and went quickly back to her bedroom, grabbing a silver necklace with a huge silver pendant hanging from it.

When she returned to the living room, she kept the pendant in her hand as she walked up beside him. "Just for the record," she started as she stepped up beside him, "I don't think I'm going to need this." Teagan looked up at him and smiled warmly, "I've always trusted you, and right now isn't any different." She leaned up and placed a kiss to his cheek before dropping back down flat on her feet.

With her free hand, she gathered her dark hair and pushed it over her shoulder, leaving her neck bare. She kept her eyes on his for a moment before craning her head to the side a bit and closing her eyes. Another sign of trust in her mind. She didn't even have to keep watch over what was going on. Her free hand now pressed flat against his chest and she stepped in closer to him. Teagan couldn't help but see now how people would want to be exclusively with vampires. Just standing here with one hand against his chest, she could feel the ridiculous amount of power that his body now held. It was... awe-inspiring to be standing so near to someone so powerful.

[fallinguptherabbithole]

[teagan-emerson]

Blood Bank || Teagan & Jackson

[jacksonfosterr]

Weirdly enough, Jackson understood where she was coming from. After being turned, he hadn’t once considered not coming home. At the end of the day Oxford was still home. “It’s not that lame,” he admitted flashing her a small smile, “at least it isn’t to me.”

Jackson was more than relieved when he heard Teagan laugh at his concern. He visibly relaxed when she placed a hand on his shoulder, further indicating that that was completely okay with this particular topic of conversation. “Weird as in I tried it once and it didn’t go too well,” he admitted, a faint chuckle escaping his lips. He couldn’t have been more than a week old as a vampire when Celia first taught him how to feed from a human. While his maker decided to follow the laws of vampirism and drink TruBlood, she thought it would be wise to teach her progeny how to successfully feed from a human without harming them.

For the past two years all Jackson had been drinking was TruBlood. He had gotten used to the taste but sometimes it didn’t feel like it was enough. Still, he’d been hesitant to try feeding from a human again (seeing as how badly it had gone the first time), especially when Celia wasn’t around to hold him back.

Jackson turned to face her as she spoke. For a brief second he stared at Teagan like she had just grown another head but just as quickly that expression was gone, replaced by a more pensive look. Feeding from someone he knew? In theory, that sounded like a good idea. It’s not like Jackson wanted to hurt the people he fed off of…but he would be a lot more careful if he were doing it from someone he knew, right? “I guess so,” he replied after a moment. “I hadn’t really thought about it like that. But yeah, it makes sense.”  

"Why, do you know anyone who’s a serious vampire enthusiast?" he asked, a teasing grin on his face now. 

[teagan-emerson]

Enthusiast? "No, I wouldn't say enthusiast," she said softly, her own face going pensive now. There was only so much that the world knew about what Jackson now was. And probably less that the police knew and were allowed to teach their detectives and officers. She knew, and had known, for a long time that if she was going to learn anything, it had to be from her own experiences. And who better to learn with than Jackson? He was someone she'd always trusted, and always would.

"I'm offering myself," she told him, placing her hand to his shoulder and smiling warmly. "I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, so I won't try to say I understand or anything like that," she told him, "But I can help in the way I can. And if I can be the person to help you learn something, then I'll certainly feel I've accomplished something."

She smiled a bit, "Besides, from what I've been told, that synthetic stuff is disgusting. Don't you need to know how to... feed?" Teagan's nose crinkled, "I'd probably get in so much trouble saying that, but... You're my friend. Always have been, always will be. Nothing will change that."

[prettysexyhotcute]

[leightonmeestter]

[harleykeventry]

You, Me, & Tea | Harley & Teagan

"I know it’s not really your thing, per se,” Harley laughed. “But I found this tea on the internet and, of course, when I think of tea, I think of…” she held her hands out towards the officer. “Tea.” Harley grinned and shrugged. “It’s this tightly wrapped little bundle that you drop into a cup of hot water and, just like that, it opens up, blossoms like a rose.” She smirked. “Honestly, though, it’s just an excuse to hang out. I’ve been busy with school and you’ve been busy keeping our streets safe so I can do things like work on school, that we haven’t really seen each other much, lately, and that’s basically a crime against humanity…plus some,” she added with a laugh. In some ways, her life had become more convenient, now that everyone knew about vampires, at least. She could make references and no one was confused. Of course, it also meant she had to be even more careful, lest anyone discover her family’s secret. Harley had waited until Tea’s shift was up before appearing at the station, where she had promptly cornered her friend. “How about it? We have so much to catch up on! And it keeps forever, so I’m totally available whenever you are,” she added with a wink. “Whatcha say?”

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan had been through a lot today. So when she'd returned to the station to see Harley arriving, too, she was beyond glad. However, when Harley launched into her usual Harley-ramble, Teagan found her brain so tired she could hardly keep up. She'd listened as best she could as she returned to her desk to place away some paperwork and her walkie away.

She turned to face Harley and smiled a bit, brushing her dark brown hair over her shoulder, "I'm available right now?" She grabbed the keys to her car and spun them around her finger, "We could go to my place, braid each other's hair and watch Mean Girls." And she wasn't joking. Considering all the stress (and all the men) she'd been around lately, being a total teenage girl was about the best sounding evening ever.

Teagan threw an arm around her best friend's shoulder and smiled happily, "Just like old times, right? Except I didn't have a place of my own back then, and we couldn't drink."

[teagan-emerson]

Blood Bank || Teagan & Jackson

[jacksonfosterr]

Jackson couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he listened to Teagan talk about her work. He was glad that she’d managed to find something that she was passionate about and was good it. Not everyone was lucky enough to find thier calling and make a career out of it…like him, for example. Jackson had gone down to ol Miss right after high school, followed by an extra two years of grad school because that’s what he thought he was supposed to do. It’s what his parents had done, so he figured he’d follow suit. Despite his accomplishments, Jackson felt his skills and abilities were better equipped somewhere else, not in a classroom.

A lot good that did him.

"Wait, you turned down a job with the feds to stay here?" he asked, his brows raising slightly. Seriously? It was obvious that Teagan was good at her job, so why would she turn down such an opportunity? Not every was lucky enough to make it out of Oxford, and if they did they would find their way back sooner or later. "You’re right though, I bet a job like that can be pretty stressful. Seriously, I’ve seen a couple episodes of Law and Order," he told her, a serious tone in his voice but the smile on his face told Teagan that he was kidding.

The smile on the vampires face remained at her questions. Jackson almost felt like he’d accomplished something being the first vampire that Teagan befriended (even if they were friends way before that). The genuine concern and curiosity on her face made allowed some of the tension in Jackson’s shoulders to leave. “I don’t mind…in fact, you’re actually the first person who asks,” he admitted as he sank back into the couch a little. “I was turned a little over two years ago. I still don’t remember much about…what actually happened,” he began, unable to actually flat out say that he didn’t remember how he died. He still wasn’t exactly sure how to start that conversation.

"All I remember is waking up, making my way out of the ground and there was Cecilia. She’s my maker," he added, a slight spark in his blue eyes at the mention of his maker. Given that Teagan dealt with vampires, he was pretty sure she was familiar with the term. "She says I’m getting a handle on it better than most. The whole feeding thing is still sort of weird." Jackson’s gaze moved from Teagan to the coffee table in front of them, unsure how she’d feel about this part of the conversation.

[teagan-emerson]

"Yeah, I did," she said with a light laugh, then shrugged her shoulders, "It just didn't feel right. I know that a lot of people dream about getting out of this town, but I dream about protecting it." She pursed her lips for a moment before adding with a smile, "I don't know if that's lame, but it is what it is." She'd never once even thought about leaving Oxford. Okay, that was a lie. She'd thought about it when Dylan left. But only to try and get him to come back.

But her attention was pulled when she said that the feeding thing was weird. There were so many things she wanted to ask. What was it like? What did it taste like to him? Did each human have a different taste? But the most important was, "Weird how?" One brow arched as she gazed at him. She noticed the way he looked away from her, and it took her a minute to understand why.

"Hey, you don't have to... worry or anything about me," she said with a light laugh, placing her hand to his shoulder again, "I mean, I deal with a lot of morbid shit on a daily basis. I think I can handle it. Hell, I'd probably even let you feed from me." She paused, not realizing she'd been about to say that, but it was out there now. But then, she didn't regret it. "Would that help?" she asked, raising a brow, "If it were someone you know?"

[teagan-emerson]

Amnesia || Teagan & Dylan (closed)

[dylanmorehead]

Dylan’s brows constricted over his green eyes. Swallowing, he glanced away for a moment, his tongue wetting his lips. He’d racked his mind, searching for some answer to the mad quandry in which they’d found themselves. Turning back to her, slowly, his smile was sad. “C’mon, Tea,” he began, his voice low but kind. “Don’t do that.” He could see her closing in around herself, blocking him out. Someday, maybe he could explain…but that struck him as just a pipe dream.

He no longer knew how to make her smile. There was a time when it had come as second nature, a reaction that was born out of the flow of their very relationship, but now all of that had collapsed in on itself and Dylan got the distinct impression that any word out of his mouth was more likely to bring tears to her eyes than a smile to her lips. He didn’t know how to turn back the clock. The corridor was empty and Dylan shifted as he slowly exhaled. “I’m no good with words,” he began. “You already know that. But let me just…I never wanted to see you unhappy, ever. You deserve the best in life, Tea. Don’t go there, don’t do that to yourself. I’ve never denied you anything with the intention of being cruel. You…you know that, right? I never wanted it to be like this.” Dylan leaned back against the wall behind him, his mind roving over solutions - any solution, even temporary ones. “Look, uh,” he passed a hand over his mouth. “If it’s easier, I don’t have to go…I want you to have a good time tonight, Tea. You deserve that.”

[teagan-emerson]

Teagan instantly regretted what she'd said. Just because she was unhappy didn't mean she had to make him feel bad. "No, no," she shook her head, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Her face flushed a light pink and she stared down at her shoes. Was it always going to be like this between them? She looked up to see the look on his face, and she couldn't help but step in and wrap her arms around his torso. Her head turned to the side and her cheek pressed to his chest.

There'd been a time when this was her safe haven. If she'd ever had a problem, she'd come running to him and he'd open his arms and tell her everything was going to be okay. Sure, she'd normally gotten up and solved her problems herself, but it had always been Dylan's hugs that had given her the strength to do so.

"Please come tonight," she said, not moving away from him. She took in a breath. His smell was covered a bit by the smell of his uniform and all the other stuff that cops had to carry on their person; but he still smelled like Dylan. And that was comforting to her as well.

She pulled back, her arms still around him, and gazed up at him, "I'll have fun if you're there." A smile touched Teagan's face as she gazed up at him, "Besides, I need someone I trust to take care of me if I have one too many drinks." Not that that was likely. She had always had pretty good control over herself. Look at her now; wanting so deeply to kiss him and hold him here forever, but she didn't. She let him go and stepped back to give him his space back. "So, will I see you there?" she asked him, chocolate eyes sparkling with hope.