𝘄𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘆

𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗' 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍.

[wickednweary]

𝚒'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗' 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒'𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎.

[wickednweary]

"so you are what has roman looking like he has seen a ghost." wolfgang stares at the other, cocking his head to the side. "a nachzehrer. i cannot say i've run into one in quite some time." his grandmother has a book on the species, he thinks. "so how long until you want to eat your brother? he has hired me for protection. you'll have to go through me, first." @runrabids

[darkpagesworld]

[aperturcs]

tate's chest is rising too quickly, nerves getting the best of him. he's ready. he's tired. but all of his instincts are telling him to fight back against the blade pressed to his throat. he could get out so easily; he wasn't even sure if the other man realized what he had tackled. tate barely knew what he was. only enough to know that he had to be scared of his own kind. scared of hunters. scared of anything that looked at him too long.

he didn't belong anywhere.

the knife pressed harder and tate went still. the sting was sharp, thin, almost insulting to what it should have been. warmth slipped down the side of his throat and his breath caught before he could stop it. there it is echoed somewhere distantly in his head.

the blade stopped and tate's eyes flicked up to elias' face. searching. waiting for the rest of it. elias climbed off of him and for a second, tate didn't move at all. he stayed flat on his back, staring up at elias with his eyebrows shoved together in confusion. the cut at his throat burned, already trying to close too fast beneath the smear of blood.

"that's it?" his voice came out too high pitched, too hysterical. "you had me pinned." he pauses while he stands up. "and that's the best you've got? a warning?"

[wickednweary]

there was something different about tate. most creatures would have fought back - and if they didn't, they were begging for their life. not him, though. he looked death right in the eye and accepted it. it was peculiar behavior, even for a lone wolf such as himself. because that's what he was - alone. elias had studied him for quite some time, noting that he had no pack to call his own. those kinds were rare around these parts and needed to be watched (and usually taken care of.)

"yes. i think it was enough to get my point across." never mind the fact that he was unable to complete any kill. this was nothing out of the ordinary. "most do not question it. most are happy to be let go." accent is thick as his brows furrow, still trying to figure out why he had been so willing to die. "i could do it, if that is what you would like." he couldn't. elias was lying through his teeth.

[aperturcs]

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mathis did know, in explicit detail the story that had been told to his parents by a young man from his pack who he didn't know too well before this. safe to say, mathis had his eye on him now. he stays calm, despite the rising pitch of chase's voice. he waits for a break in chase's rant to interject. "i heard his side of the story. i heard your mother's side of the story, even though she wasn't involved." he pauses for a beat, not getting into chase's familial drama, even though he had opinions on that as well. "i came to get your side, unless you don't want the chance to explain yourself to me. i could be a useful ally."

mathis watched the fangs slip through. there was a small, vicious part of him that like it. not because chase was upset, but because the flash of teeth made something in mathis sit forward in his chest. the wolf noticed before the man did, attention narrowing on the threat hidden under all that pretty, wounded outrage.

not human. not vampire either. that strange thing under chase's skin that was too warm, too alive. like the cold had never fully settled in his bones the way it should have. mathis still couldn't name it, but his wolf couldn't stop noticing it. he didn't like that. unnamed things became problems, and problems became weaknesses that he couldn't afford to have.

"i'm not lying." the words came out flat, because mathis had never seen much use in dressing up the truth when it was obvious. chase was pretty. dangerously so, but mathis kept that part to himself. "and don't apologize if you don't mean it." it wasn't a reprimand; mathis didn't care about manners for the sake of them, and he cared even less about forced apologies made to keep powerful families comfortable.

"if someone from my pack insulted your mother, that's my problem." his jaw shifted, teeth grinding together. "not yours." he was going to be a leader one day. mathis had been taught his entire life what it had meant and why he deserved it without earning it. why he got it just because of who his parents were. he had spent everyday since then trying to be the person who could have earned it anyways. "you need to calm down. i'm not here to rile you up or to start a fight with you. i came to get your side and if that's your side, then i needed to know."

[wickednweary]

he's ready to retaliate until he realizes that the wolf isn't attacking him. mathis wasn't pointing fingers or looking at him as if it were his fault. no, he was sitting there, calmly, waiting to hear his side of the story. it confuses him. brows furrow as he tries to formulate a response and fails. he wasn't ready for this. no one ever wanted to listen to him.

"no i want - i'll tell my side." he sits up in his seat, adjusting his collar, trying to make himself look somewhat presentable. "we were at a bar. i was waiting for my uh, my friend. he recognized me, and started talking shit about my family. started on me, but that didn't get much of a rise. moved onto my brother and when he realized that was my sore spot, moved onto my mother. i couldn't - he was saying vile things. not to mention how much he'd enjoy wiping my family out. how could i sit there and take it? that's what people expect me to do. sit there and take it, because they know i'm always on thin ice and-" chase takes a breath. and another. and another. for someone who really didn't need to, he took them a lot.

"you're strange." he can't help but comment. later, he'd blame it on the tequila. at a young age, he had found a work around of the whole vampires can't get drunk thing. "i uh, i mean - you're not like your parents. or most of your pack, for that matter. they um, they act untouchable. like...i should probably stop talking now." chase slouches again, reaching for his new drink that mathis had so nicely ordered him. he drinks it in one gulp.

[wickednweary]

"yeah dude, you kind of did. breaking and entering? that's criminal activity, which again, i didn't commit since i have a key...that you gave me." he remains on the other side of the door, wondering if his friend would let him in. it was unlike taylor to act this way. if there were problems in their friendship, it was usually caused by aiden. but this...he didn't know what this was. something had happened, something bad enough that he had chase telling him that he was dead. not that it had been really believable, though. it was like he was incapable of telling a good lie.

"you've told me to go away plenty of times and you've never meant it. why would i start believing it now?" maybe he should have, but he wasn't letting taylor escape that easy. "you want to tell me why i shouldn't be here, or are you going to keep beating around the bush? send chase to do your dirty work? c'mon, bud. that's not how this works. if i did something or said something..." aiden sighs. "then i need to know so i can fix it."

when he claims to have just been sick and puking his guts out, a wave of relief washes through him. so it wasn't his fault. "that's really all this is? you could have just told me. i would have like, doordashed you some shit to help you. kept my distance until you were feeling better. but little too late for that now, huh? if i'm gonna get sick, i'm gonna get sick." probably not the answer taylor was looking for, but whatever. "let me in, t. i can help."

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[wickednweary]

"you're lucky my wolf didn't tear you to shreds." she's quick to point out, although she knew that would never happen. not when it was already considering him her mate, even without the bite. as much as she was choosing to ignore it, the beast inside of her refused.

brows furrow as he admits that this trip wasn't just to see her. he wanted to ask her about something, but she had idea what it may have been in regards to. she opens her mouth, ready to question him, but then she notices his scent change.

i just wanted to see if you made it home.

"you could have called. or texted. you know i would have answered." just like she had any other time after the full moon. her expression softens when he mentions her wolf knowing him and she smiles. "well, yes. it's still me in there, you know." but there was more to it, more than she had shared with him. "you wanna tell me why you're really here?" she asks, joining him on the couch. "i know there's more going on in that head of yours." because even though he had broken one of her many rules, she still wanted to make sure he was okay. "you didn't come all this way just to see me, did you?"

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[wickednweary]

just actually finish the job.

those words ring through his ears. he's heard it so many times. not from supernatural beings, but from his parents and other hunters. that was his problem, wasn't it? finishing the job. he was always able to catch them, but when it came to killing - he always hesitated. just like this, as he remained on top of tate, knife pressed to his throat - but unmoving. the wolf underneath him could very well escape, especially since he still hasn't made his move.

he presses the blade down, cutting through skin. barely anything to do any sort of damage. it's as far as he can go. letting out a frustrated sigh, he climbs off of tate, putting away his weapon. "just - don't come around here anymore, okay? or else i'll be forced to kill you." he really should have now. those were his orders, but of course he couldn't do it. he never could. there was something seriously wrong with elias. "consider it your lucky day, dog."

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[kawhh]

Holy suit is not reacting to my photoshop actions well lmao | Jack Hughes

[rockstar-vamp]