I Don't Think I'm Coming Home

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werewolf-reyes‌:

“That sucks you had some ups and downs.” she said looking at her. “Dying id something i did not wanna do but it happen because assholes wanted me dead but How rough did things get and how was it going back home?” she asked her, it’s pretty wired i don’t how it happened well, i don’t if that’s a good or bad thing.”

“The pack - the alpha pack, the one that had us in the vault - they wanted to take on Scott, to kill my brother.  Their emissary poisoned me, which was where the nearly dying thing comes in.  In the end nearly the whole alpha pack died and Derek took me home.  It was good to be with the pack again, but it didn’t last.”  Cora’s brow furrowed, the lack of knowledge seemed to be a common factor in everyone who came back, and there was no way to know whether that was for good or ill.  “No memory at all until you woke up?”

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longlivealiciab‌:

“Small towns like this have history. And besides I’ve seen the news. All this talk about people coming back to life its actually quite interesting. Do you believe that?” She asked.  

“More history than most, in this one,” Cora admitted.  “And most of it not so good.”  She didn’t want to just tell the other woman flat out that she should get out of town and go to San Francisco or wherever it was that she was headed, but implying it didn’t seem like the worst idea.  There was no way to know whether she was in on the supernatural or not, but if the resurrections were making the news then it might not matter.  “I’m afraid so, yeah.  It’s the truth.”

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werewolf-reyes‌:

Erica is just glad that she is reunited with Cora it did suck to die because then you can’t really do anything at all but getting a second chance at life is something she was not gonna waste this time. “How have you been?” she asked her. “Well, it is happening again and i’m, really glad that it is.”

“I’ve...had my ups and downs,” Cora shrugged.  “Things got pretty rough after you died, and I almost died too in the end.  Then I went home, back to South America, and I wouldn’t be back here except...well, except you’re here.  The dead are coming back.”

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werewolf-reyes‌:

Erica could not help but have a smile on her face when see sees Cora since they have been friends before she had dead for some reason she is alive and does not how it happen. “Cora yes it’s really me it’s good to see you looking beautiful as always.” she said to her.

Cora shook her head, nearly speechless.  The last time she’d seen Erica was when she was killed in the vault, and even the knowledge that the dead were rising hadn’t prepared her for the other wolf’s return.  “It’s good to see you too,” she admitted softly.  “I didn’t think it was ever going to happen again.”

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hellschimera‌:

Theo snorted nodding his head, “Right, I win.” He didn’t feel like a winner, not when he thought about how he’d gotten here. “Good things are far and few between these days, but I try.”

“Long as you’re breathing, I’d say that’s a win,” Cora shrugged.  She knew the feeling better than Theo would have expected, she was sure - living after what the Argents and their allies had done to her family was victory in and of itself.  “It’s Beacon Hills - I think the good things are always going to be few and far between.”

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hellschimera‌:

Looking over at Cora Theo swallowed, nodding his head. “I only survived because they needed me and I did whatever they wanted.” He shrugged, smiling. “But hey, the bastards are dead now. So I don’t really give a damn about them anymore." 

Truthfully he lived in fear that they’d be the next ones to come back, had nightmares of them killing him. Calling him a failure.

“And that’s the thing to hang on to,” Cora pointed a finger at him.  “You’re alive, they’re not.  Therefore you win.”  It wasn’t as easy as that, she was sure, but at least he had the chance to recover mentally from what had been done.  With many others, she’d learned from Derek’s letters, that wasn’t an option.  “Not to sound like a self help book, but focus on the good things.”

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hellschimera‌:

Theo smiled, tilting his head. At her question he looked back at the moon, “Do you know what its like to have two animals trapped inside of you? Both fighting to be dominant over each other?” He knew the question wasn’t actually able to be answered and he swallowed. “I always hated the dread doctors for what they did to me. They made me into what I am and I love being able to shift and being able to do the things I do. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a real werewolf and not a genetic freak.” He murmured.

Cora followed Theo’s gaze, up at the moon that dominated so much of her life as a wolf.  At least as a born wolf rather than a bitten one she’d never had the same type of trouble controlling herself as those who came to it later.  She couldn’t answer the question in any meaningful way, and was a bit relieved when he answered it for himself.  “That’s a dangerous line of thinking,” Cora shrugged.  “Being a wolf isn’t better or worse, I don’t think, it’s just who I am.  Whatever they did to you, you survived it - that’s something, right?  And every day you live now is a day that you’re spiting them.”

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hellschimera‌:

Theo smiled when he caught sight of Cora, pushing off his truck and approached her slowly. “I’m a bit more comfortable than I was when we first ran into each other.” He admitted, “Thank you though, you really helped me.” He smiled.

“Glad to hear it,” Cora smiled.  “I know it’s not easy to get over things like that, but it’s got to be a lot nicer being in town now that you’re feeling a little better about it.”  She waved off the thanks, but she appreciated it all the same.  “Don’t even worry about it.  Happy to help.  What’s got you out here in the middle of the night?”

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hellschimera‌:

Theo was leaning against the hood of his truck staring up at the moon, he felt a bit on edge as he watched it. His animals felt restless and caused him to rub his chest a bit soothingly. He thought about his sister and the idea that she might be out there among the recently undead. 

The idea that them coming back might bring unwanted attention back to Beacon Hills made Theo sigh. 

He’d have to go on another patrol soon. For now though he wanted to take a shower and lay down in a real bed.

It had been some time since they’d bumped into each other in the woods, but Cora still smiled a little when she caught sight of Theo’s truck.  “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.  You haven’t called lately, so I’m assuming you didn’t need me to grab any more food for you.”

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werewolf-reyes‌:

it was a slow Tuesday night at the bar for Erica a with only a few people she is hoping this night would pick up then she looks over at the person who is at the bar. giving them a smile. “So what can i get you?” she asked them.

The knowledge that the dead were coming back was old news to Cora.  She’d seen evidence of it all over, and she thought she was immune to surprises.  But then she caught sight of Erica, one of her companions in the bank vault until she’d been killed, her jaw was almost sore from how hard it fell.  “Erica?” she confirmed softly.  “That really you?”

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petehale‌:

         Remembering he’d given Cora a key, Peter did wonder when someone from his family would turn up and who would be the first one. It was good to see Cora and he was in a much better mood than he had been the past few days. “Thank you. That is exactly what I was going for. It’s about time we started restoring something from the family.”

Cora nodded, still inspecting the house.  She wished that she had more of a memory to compare it to, but she could still appreciate it.  “Has Talia seen it yet?” she asked curiously.  Part of her wondered whether her mother would approve of having the family home standing in its old spot.

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nolanxholloway‌:

“Shit, thank you so much!” Nolan replied, his eyes widening once he’d caught sight of the familiar rectangle of worn leather. Setting down his menu, he hesitated briefly before taking it from the young woman, opening the wallet to make sure all his things were still in order. She was telling the truth, he was lucky - nothing had been stolen. Glancing back up at the young woman, he pulled out a twenty and held it out for her to take - it was the least he could do for someone who was considerate enough to return his wallet untouched. 

“Here.” 

He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed the wallet’s disappearance. He prided himself on his paranoia vigilance and if he’d overlooked something as important as this, what else was he missing? His heart skipped a beat just thinking about it. 

Cora put up a hand to deny the bill, doing her best not to be insulted by the way he’d checked his wallet as if she’d been lying to him.  “It’s alright,” she promised.  “I didn’t bring it back to you for money, I just didn’t want someone walking off with it before you realized.”  The young man’s face didn’t look familiar, but Cora was finding that more and more as she spent more time in Beacon Hills.  Rather than becoming familiar with the faces she saw, there seemed to be more she didn’t recognize instead.

“They make a good burger,” she recommended.  “If you’re looking for something to try.”

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petehale‌:

          There had been a lot going on for Peter but he’d kept to himself the past few days to clear his head from the annoyance that was surrounding him and from the negativity. Successfully, he’d managed to channel all of that and finished rebuilding the house that he had grown up in. And he was proud of it. Sitting on the porch, he was relaxed and calm and didn’t even mind when he saw someone coming up to the porch. “What do you think?” he said gesturing to the house and all its finished glory.

The last time she’d seen the house, it had been engulfed in fire and screams had pierced the night.  Memories of it intact and as it once was were few and far between for Cora, and it was hard to reconcile the few that she did have with the structure before her.  “Looks good,” she nodded, not articulating those thoughts.  “Like the old days.”

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nolanxholloway‌:

With Beacon Hill’s dead back in business, all Nolan’s old ghosts had come back full-force to haunt him. Every waking hour, he’d catch a glimpse of Gabe’s face or the rush of fear and anger that came with the Anuk-ite’s presence. That was his biggest fear...what if it had come back? The dead all had - even the supernatural - so what was stopping it from also returning for a second hurrah? 

Snapped out of his rapidly devolving thoughts by someone clearing their throat, Nolan shifting his gaze from the menu he’d been staring at to the source. It wasn’t like he was actually reading the thing, anyway, nor was he any closer to getting to what he wanted to order.

 “Sorry, what?” 

“I said your ass is on fire,” Cora muttered to herself.  She did try to be polite, but some people made it more of a chore than it really needed to be.  “I said I found your wallet by the door.” she plastered on a smile, handing it over.  “Ought to be more careful with that.”  At least he’d still been in the diner, and not down the road somewhere when it was found.  “Looks like nobody’s robbed it yet, at least.”

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ferreirabredwolf‌:

“Nothing is immortal Cora.” She looked over at the girl. “And I have no idea what those other things are. Are you sure you dont want to just leave now?”

“That’s what I’d have thought, too.  But I was proven wrong not that long ago, so I’ve changed my tune on that one.”  She nodded firmly at the question.  “Positive.  I need to figure all of this out.”

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vampyrdoc‌:

At the young werewolf’s words, the vampire chuckled childishly. “I am,” he said after a sigh, shrugging in defeat. After all, how could he fight that? She was certainly not wrong. When Cora attempted to explain what pop culture actually meant, Joshua paused to ponder on her words. “I guess you are right,” the vampyr decided after going through all his memories of occasions in which he had used or heard the words be used.

At the youngest Hale’s proposition, Joshua couldn’t help a chuckle. “Sounds very sneaky,” the vampire pointed out as a mischievous smirk overtook his features. “I like it.” Although he doubted he would be using it. He could never lie to Derek, they’re whole friendship had began with the blunt truth, there was no point in it changing now. “But I think I will take the honorable route and be honest with him,” the vampire shared with a firm nod. Derek did not deserve any less… regardless of how amusing conspiring with his sister was.

At Cora Hale’s argument, the vampire tensed up more. Her words did not lack wisdom, even if they did lack tact. “You aren’t wrong,” he agreed with a nod of his head. “But those human cockroaches do always end up finding the grave they dug themselves,” the vampire told Cora, an air of secretiveness surrounding his words. After all, Joshua could not pretend to not be what he was. And ultimately, all vampyr kind were was Death incarnate. How many had he drained? How many had suffered at his wrathful hands? Could he even count them anymore? “But if we focus on the negative, we would never be able to look towards the positive.”

“Wait, hunt? Werewolves hunt? …. why?” he found himself asking with an arched brow, looking at her with an incredulous look. Food was rarely hunted in the 21st century, and Joshua found it strange they would rather hunt and eat raw, freshly killed animals than to walk into a supermarket and buy some hamburgers.

It was the closest they could get to a definition of the term, and Cora was happy to settle for it.  After all, it wasn’t as if she talked about pop culture with anyone else so it could easily be their shorthand.  “If it’s any consolation, though, you look pretty good for two thousand.  Maybe a few wrinkles around the eyes,” she teased, “but a good plastic surgeon could sort that right out for you.  Not that there are any in Beacon Hills, I don’t think, but you know what I mean.”

Cora nodded.  Sneaky wasn’t her forte, but at the end of the day she was still a younger sister who’d had two older siblings.  Her memories of that time were hazy and incomplete, but there was no doubt in her mind that she’d hidden things from them for their own good back in the day.  “Ugh, honorable,” she stuck her tongue out.  “That’s no fun at all.  Although Derek will like you even more for it, so it’s probably the right play.”  Her brother was the stalwart and true sort, and Joshua’s honesty would push all of the buttons that made him puff up and look proud.

“And if they don’t,” she added in a quieter voice, “there’s always someone around to help them find it.”  She’d never taken an innocent life, but if the sorts of hunters that had once nearly ended their family line ever came back then she wouldn’t hesitate to change the color of her eyes.  “I suppose that’s true.  You’re a glass half full kind of guy, aren’t you?  I admire it.”  It wasn’t likely that she’d ever share his point of view, but the world needed people like her who could balance out his optimism with her realism.

It was Cora’s turn to look confused.  She wondered how Joshua had lived as long as he had without learning that.  “We’re wolves,” she shrugged.  “It’s in our nature.  It’s a bonding experience for the pack, teaches the younger ones control.  It’s not as if we do it all the time, at least I don’t, but I understand the pleasure in it.”