BECOME THE BEAST

wolves come out of the woodwork.

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SINCLAIR |

FINGERS WERE LOOSE IN THEIR GRIP around his whiskey — suddenly sinclair felt oh so very tired. how he wished he didn’t feel the need to deal with any of this. sometimes he wished he could just let it be , like zaiden would probably want him too if he had any idea of what he was so constantly distracted & worried over. he lifted the glass once more to his lips , finishing his second cup off , this time setting it down on the dirty & scribbled on wooden table between them without a sound. any of the lingering irritation over zac’s previous attitude , or his the heavy anxiety twisting in his stomach dropped down to the lower levels , losing out over pure exhaustion of whatever soul remained tethered to his corpse.

he only hums light & low at zac’s thanks. there was nothing that could be said , or done , to make it any better. sinclair was starting to see more & more that all of this wasn’t something he was going to be able to fix… he was going to have to dismantle it one piece at a time , & completely rebuild it in the same fashion. it wasn’t something he looked forward to , hell , it wasn’t even something he was sure he could do. sinclair just knew he had to try.

lips parted with a sigh , hands coming up to card through his disheveled chocolate locks , pushing them away from his forehead , pulling until that burn crawled across his scalp , giving him something to ground himself with. why wasn’t ‘ i don’t know , & i won’t elaborate , but you have to help me. ’ an acceptable answer ? he poured himself a third drink , topping zac’s off once more in the same move before he attempted to give an answer — “ look , i don’t know that i will need you , i just know if i find something particularly damning to aleksander & zade loses his shit , i’m not going to be able to keep him from doing anything stupid on my own. ” he paused , fangs coming down on his tongue not too gently at the realization that zac was going to know his whole plan after this conversation , & he oddly trusted the lycan with it. “ i’m going to break into aleksander’s wing & dig through his personal library. i know he’s a meticulous record keeper , he has to be to keep it all straight. that’s why i asked about that night… i have this horrible feeling i’m going to stumble across something that he’d rather i wouldn’t. & as far as what he’s doing… i can’t be sure…  i am hesitant to even think it… but i wouldn’t put it past aleksander. ” he trailed off , lips pursed , tongue in cheek at the truth in his statement. he was very hesitant to think it , let alone manifest the possibility into existence with his words. he swallowed it all down with a mouthful of whiskey before spitting the words out with a reluctant quickness ; “ i think aleksander might be compelling him. has been compelling him. will keep compelling him. no i will not explain. ”

it wasn’t often clair truly left no room for argument , & he sincerely hoped the lycan across from him read him loud & clear - it was not up for debate & he was not in the mood.

                    With a heavy sigh Zacharie let his gaze fall back to the table, though he kept the vampire sitting across from him in the corner of his gaze. It didn’t take any kind of skill to be able to pick up on the fact that clearly Sinclair was worrying himself sick over something. Maybe they’d been spending too much time together lately but Zacharie was beginning to be able to read the vampire’s expression or sometimes the lack of one. It was something that he wished he could do with Zade honestly, but it had been too long for the two brothers and Zacharie knew that he might have lost that chance entirely at this point.

                    When Sinclair spoke again Zacharie found himself picking up his head again. When Sinclair brought up Zaiden again and being unable to stop him from doing something stupid, Zac’s eyebrows drew together, drink forgotten on the table as he tried to piece together everything they had been speaking of as of late. He listened in silence as the death dealer continued speaking. “What do you think you’re going to find?” He asked finally with a heavy sigh. There was a little flutter of hope in his chest now, that maybe Sinclair would find something to back up everything that Zacharie had been told over the years. But that hope was extinguished just as quickly as it came because if the lycans had been right that meant that Zaiden was...a pawn.

                    “Does your compulsion really work on other supernatural creatures?” Zacharie asked after a long beat of silence, his fingers were wrapped around his drink again though he made no move to actually take a drink. “I always thought that was just something made up to scare the pups.” Normally admitting that he didn’t know something would fill him with a sense of dread but at this point he and Sinclair had passed the need to remain guarded around each other.

                    “Though I suppose that wouldn’t surprise me.” He muttered after a minute, his drink resting against his lips before taking a slow sip. “He’s older than dirt isn’t he, if anyone would be able to I suppose that he'd be a prime candidate.” He didn’t need Sinclair to explain why he felt that Zaiden was being compelled. With everything that he knew about the vampire king, Zacharie wouldn’t be surprised to find it all to be true. Plus if they could turn Aleksander’s right hand against him, that would only help take down the coven and its rule over New York.

                    “Of course I’ll help. What do you need from me?”

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perpetuitys​:

— three bedrooms in a good neighborhood

starring: zacharie hendricks ( @wlfbitcs​ ), michel de la rue setting: zac’s apartment

as michel takes a turn into the apartment building, he offers an obligated smile to the receptionist before pressing a button for the elevator, watching mindlessly as the number fell lower and lower. entering the elevator, he sends zac a heads up of his arrival via sms, smirk forming steadily mostly out of a bit of excitement. because truthfully, he was just looking forward to hanging out again, having a little bro time to take his mind off things, maybe even let loose a bit. especially as he recognized the recent full moon event, something he is even more keenly aware of than ever — which honestly can just be attributed to his growing familiarity with z. so, perhaps a bit of his excuse for visiting comes down to him simply wanting to check up on his friend. as michel finds himself in front of the other’s door, he knocks on the door to announce his presence, hands in his pocket as he waits idly, using the time to observe all the little details of the door out of boredom. once a door opens, he flashes a grin and leans a hand on the doorframe, eyebrows wiggling in mischief. “hey, hey. missed me?”

                    The sound of his phone buzzing across the table pulled him from his thoughts rather roughly, making the leecher jump in his seat. And after reading the contents of the message he found himself fighting back a sigh. Surely he wasn’t really in the mood to entertain tonight, not with everything else that was going on between himself and coven. Still, he could use a distraction and Michel was always good for that. Typing back an invitation to come on up Zacharie pulled himself up out of his seat just as there was a knock at his door.

                    “Missed you? Didn’t I just see you a week ago?” Zachaire countered with a smirk as soon as he pulled his apartment door open. The vampire on the other side was one of the few that Zac found he could be friendly with. He couldn’t really remember just when that had happened but of course Michel’s act of turning his back on the coven helped immensely. After a moment he stepped back allowing the fallen prince to come inside. “What can I help you with this fine evening?”

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LENA |

AS SOMEONE WHO  thrived off of creature comforts  ,  it was all too easy for lena to fall into his gentle  ,  one armed embrace  .  he was warm beside her  ,  easing away some of the chill that always seemed to nip at her bones as they fell into step  ;  nestling into his side while he spoke  ,  lena considered the weight of his question in near silence  .  were things okay  ?  not by half  .  but she was trying her best to hold onto hope  ,  even as she fought against the tide each day doing so  .  sometimes it slipped from between her fingertips  ,  drifted out to sea  …  a soft hum drifted  ,  broke up the background noise of the city  .     ❝    well  ,  truth be told  ,  things could be  …  better  .  but i think it’s going to take time for them to get there  ,  you know  ?    ❞    true enough  ,  even putting it lightly  .  teeth sunk into the inside of her cheek as she mulled over her own answer  ,  not finding it satisfactory in the least  .

❝    i just wish i could talk to him  ,  that we could try to make sense of things together  …  but i know it’s still too early to expect such a thing  .  ❞    they were both still cooling off  .  while lena had begun edging towards a better understanding of his side of things  ,  or at least  attempting  to  ,  she was still finding herself skewed by indignation  &  hurt  .  the corners of her mouth drooped downwards into an uncertain frown  .   ❝    i’m upset with the way he handled it  —  the way he treated me  ,  spoke to me like i was an  enemy  .  though  ..  the more i think about it  ,  the more i suppose i can see why he would .  but it still hurt  .  he’s my best friend  .    ❞

lying by omission was still lying  ,  magdalena was well aware  .  had the situation been reversed  ,  she would’ve felt just as spurned  ,  been just as angry with him  .  but she was tired of feeling as though she couldn’t have anything for herself  ,  that others still deemed it fit to make decisions for her  .  pinched brows smoothed and lifted as she smiled once more  ,  far softer this time  ,  peeking up at zacharie through her eyelashes  .     ❝    what about you  ,  though  ?  he hasn’t come after you  ,  has he  …  ?    ❞

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                    The way that the young vampire princess seemed to melt into his embrace was comforting to him. He knew that everything about their relationship was against the rules and he knew that there was a very real chance that before long it would all blow up in their face. He wasn’t surprised to hear that his brother hadn’t taken what happened at the rose all that well, and he felt terrible that it was affecting Lena as much as it was. Perhaps Zacharie didn’t know he brother the way he used to but everything that Lena had described sounded just like the Liudolf that he used to know.

                    “Don’t worry about me.” He found himself smiling at Lena’s change in demeanor, effortlessly hiding away any of his lingering worries concerning Lena and Zaiden’s troubled relationship. “I’ll be fine if he does.” He added with another smile, this one he hoped was as comforting as he wanted it to be. “Zaiden and I are no stranger to coming to blows with one another,” his hand gestured idly to the scar running over his eye, the one that Zaiden had been so kind to gift him with a little over a decade ago.

                    “I’m sure he just needs a little time to cool off.” He murmured with a sigh, his arm tightening around her in a hug of sorts. And he could feel that his words weren’t as comforting as he had wanted them to be. “That’s how he’s always been,” Zacharie found himself adding after a beat of silence, thinking back again to the days before the two brothers found themselves on opposite sides of a supernatural war. He didn’t offer any other explanation for his thoughts and hoped silently that Lena wouldn’t ask too many questions about it. Because Zacharie knew that from where Zaiden was standing, Lena was somewhat acting like an enemy. And the leader inside of him couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Plus being here tonight, if she was found out, wouldn’t help her case much either.

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ALCHARA |

𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐜 & 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 || @wlfbitcs​

when she wasn’t busy quietly laughing to herself over the drunken exchanges and flirty words from the last event and in regards to Papa Wolfpack– yes that’s the moniker she’d finally saved to match a number she would finally accept- she contemplated his words of wisdom. if she could call it wisdom. she continued to struggle in her stubborn acidity even as she made her way to a meeting place– a cry for help she very much needed in that moment. 

falling numb to the emotions and bitter feelings she had towards Jasper, her new life, and the endless amounts of time she didn’t want was much more difficult to perform than speak. and perhaps she was taking it quite literally given the amount of bars there were in NYC. it was the cause for the wave of nausea to hit her just as an aroma of raw meat from the nearby kebab shop to reach her nose. her stomach hurled in hunger but would likely deject sustenance given the heaviness and amount of alcohol in contained. her weakened greeting hardly carried as she slumped over, “I’m disgusting, and therefore regretting asking you for help, but–” much to her realities, “You were the only one to answer.”

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                    Somewhere along the line Zacharie had found himself being the leader of the New York wolf pack and he was still trying to figure out just how that had happened. He’d gone from being just a senior leecher to being the one that everyone regarded as some sort of alpha. And if Zacharie was being honest with himself he wasn’t sure he really deserved such a title. But that didn’t change the fact that when another Lycan contacted him for help he was going to be there for them. “I’ll be honest I’ve seen worse so don’t worry about that.” He murmured as he shook his head, crouching down to slip an arm around the other lycan so he could gently pull her back up onto her feet.

                    “Actually,” he paused with a grin meeting Alchara’s gaze, “I’ve probably looked worse than you do right now. If that makes you feel better.” He offered with a chuckle remembering some of his own nights where he’d drank too much and everything ended up on its head. He wasn’t a stranger to drinking more than he should and ending up slumped over in some alleyway until the world around him stopped moving on its own. “Is everything okay? What brought this on?”

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EVELYN |

the past month had been a true doozy for the woman, which was a massive understatement. it was nothing short of hellish, but at least one thing was for certain — evelyn was starting to get the hang of things. day by day. or at least, that’s what she told herself just so she could integrate back into human society again. the fact that she’s missed already four weeks of nightlife just didn’t sit right with her spirit. despite the hour, the night still felt so young and she was only just getting started as she leaned across the bar to catch the bartender’s attention and whispered her order in his ear, before pulling away, hues traveling instinctually to his neck for only a brief moment. swallowing to snap out of it and bring her mind back to the present, she glanced around, seeing who could potentially bring her some much needed trouble and fun.

right as it seemed like almost no one was capable of delivering on that goal, she spotted zaiden. or well, she is at least convinced it was him. i mean, that’s literally his face or something. but something felt off and as she took a whiff, her nose quickly told her otherwise. before she knew it, her feet moved without her thinking, curiosity and complete confusion taking over. "zade…? what the fuck? are you like, a dog now?” and if her expression comes across as if she looks offended, brows scrunching almost aggressively as her mouth stood agape before she scoffs at the idea of it, maybe she was. just a little bit. 

                    Ever since moving to New York, Zacharie had found himself completely drawn in by the city’s nightlife. No matter how many night he spent walking the city’s endless streets he was never bored with what seemed to be waiting for him. Tonight he was sitting at one of his favorite bars contemplating just what else he wanted to do with his time when he became aware of the vampire who was now standing beside him.

                    “Excuse me?” The young vampire was clearly not familiar with him, which he found amusing because he was sure at this point everyone knew about him and Zade. It wasn’t like they were going around keeping their relationship a secret. Instead of answering her, Zacharie found himself rising to his feet, raising an eyebrow with an amused looking smirk as he thought about just how much Zade would hate being called a dog. “I’m sure Zaiden would self-destruct if he heard you calling him that. Which I would love to see honestly.” He let his words sink in, taking a slow sip from the martini in his hand. “My name is Zac. You must be new around here.” He leaned back now against the stool behind him, still smiling as the amusement shone in his gaze.

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GIO |

HE  CAN  STILL  TASTE  THE  METALLIC  tang  of  blood  on  his  tongue  ,  the  dull  throb  of  his  bruises  still  lurking  beneath  his  skin  –  and  in  spite  of  himself  ,  giovanni  couldn’t  help  but  groan  at  the  elder  lycan’s  obvious  displeasure  ;  while  the  dark-haired  cub  would  be  quick  to  defend  himself  with  a  haughty  retort  about  how  vampire  versus  lycan  territory  seems  outlandishly  outdated  ,  he  opts  to  instead  chew  on  his  tongue  while  zacharie  seethes  in  his  irritation.  gio  hadn’t  put  up  anywhere  close  to  a  struggle  as  the  other  lycan  all  but  dragged  him  across  the  city  &  pushed  him  onto  the  couch  in  his  brooklyn  apartment  –  he  had  even  kept  his  mouth  shut  ,  followed  orders  ,  and  barely  hissed  in  agitation  as  the  alcohol  scorched  through  the  open  ,  bloody  wound  cutting  across  his  left  cheek.

❝  think  it’ll  scar  ?  ❞  he  finally  snorts  ,  voice  low  and  ragged  –  and  though  gio’s  pride  &  ego  are  far  too  bruised  to  confess  to  how  badly  he  had  gotten  his  ass  handed  to  him  by  one  of  the  prissy  leeches  ,  he  can’t  help  but  give  zacharie  a  tired  ,  albeit  grateful  ,  look.  his  lips  quirk  slightly  into  the  beginnings  of  a  small  ,  teasing  smirk.  ❝  maybe  we  can  twin.  ❞  a  large  ,  scarred  hand  lifts  to  gesture  vaguely  at  his  face.  ❝  you  know.  your  eye  ,  my  cheek…  solidarity.  ❞  a  quiet  chuckle  follows  before  he  winces  once  more  ,  the  sound  dying  off  in  favor  of  the  broad-shouldered  lycan  clenching  his  teeth  to  stifle  the  pained  growl  that  rumbles  in  his  chest.

a  few  more  beats  of  silence  pass  before  gio  stirs  in  his  seat  ,  clearing  his  throat.  ❝  thank  you  for  saving  my  ass.  ❞  lips  quirk  into  a  lazy  ,  lopsided  grin.  ❝  promise  you  won’t  tell  z  ?  she’ll  probably  kick  me  for  being  a  dumbass.  ❞

                    His heart was still racing even though now he and Gio were safely inside of his apartment. Mentally he was going over all the different ways that Gio might’ve been killed by the vampire that he had come across and Zacharie was thankful that it hadn’t been someone with better training. New pups always felt like they were invincible but Gio took that to an entirely new level. Zacharie knew that Gio was a fighter by trade, he had been training with his fists for years before being turned. To expect the young lycan to just give up was unreasonable, even if Zacharie felt that using his newfound strength to win fights was cheating technically.

                    But whether Gio using his lycan strength to his advantage was fair or not wasn’t the problem at the moment. Zacharie was more concerned with the fact that Gio had nearly gotten himself killed that night. Pulling away the gauze from the cut on the other lycan’s face Zac fought back a sigh, though there was a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure it’ll heal nicely.” He muttered before turning back to the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. “You’ll probably have a little bit of a scar though.” He added as he finally pulled away, cleaning everything up. He let the silence settle between them, looking up only as Gio cleared his throat.

                    “You’re welcome.” His voice was low, his tone still holding its serious edge though another smile was already tugging at his lips as Gio asked him not to tell Z about what had transpired that night. “I should kick you for being a dumbass. What were you thinking going after those leeches by yourself?”

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ZAIDEN |

THE  MOMENT  THEIR  GAZES  LOCK  ,  zaiden  feels  his  body  grow  tense  ;  muscles  remain  rigid  ,  held  tightly  together  by  the  stress  placed  upon  him  over  a  culmination  of  seven  centuries.  the  creature  staring  back  at  him  from  the  opposing  point  of  his  knife  ,  for  all  intents  and  purposes  ,  looks  nearly  identical  to  himself  –  save  for  the  jagged  ,  raised  scar  running  along  a  single  eye.  previously-blue  iris  ,  once  the  same  iridescent  shade  of  brilliant  sapphire  ,  had  faded  into  an  ashy  bone-white  after  their  first  altercation  only  a  decade  ago.  how  far  away  that  feels  ,  zaiden  realizes  almost  ruefully.  like  they  had  crossed  paths  for  the  first  time  after  centuries  of  mourning  a  long  ,  long  time  ago  rather  than  at  the  turn  of  the  early  2010s.  zaiden  had  sworn  from  that  point  on  that  he  had  nothing  but  hatred  in  his  blackened  heart  for  the  canine  that  masqueraded  as  the  twin  brother  he  had  lost  to  the  carnage  &  bloodshed  that  ended  his  short-lived  mortalhood.  even  now  as  he  stands  before  him  ,  that  flickering  sensation  of  disgust  has  yet  to  waver.

but  that  did  little  to  quell  the  growing  unease  that  coiled  in  the  pit  of  his  stomach  as  he  considers  exactly  why  he  made  the  horrendous  trek  to  brooklyn  to  corner  his  brother  in  his  own  abode.  a  drawn-out  beat  of  tense  silence  stretches  between  them  as  his  eyes  burn  bright  in  the  dim  light  of  the  unlit  apartment.  they  all  but  glow  ,  dangerous  jewels  blazing  with  thinly-veiled  fury  –  and  that  alone  is  enough  of  a  threat.  slowly  ,  zaiden  lowers  his  daggers  until  it  rests  tensely  at  his  side  ,  gloved  fingers  flexing  around  the  handle.  the  death  dealer  doesn’t  allow  his  monstrous  glare  to  falter  –  but  the  longers  he  stands  &  unpacks  the  plethora  of  anxieties  plaguing  his  insides  ,  zaiden  begins  to  realize  that  he’s  not  quite  sure  where  to  even  begin.

he  sucks  on  his  teeth  before  a  tongue  darts  to  gloss  over  pointed  fangs  ,  the  tension  all  but  palpable  in  the  air.  ❝  clair  told  me  you  two  have  been  working  together.  ❞  each  word  is  pulled  tight  between  his  lips  ,  jagged  &  as  serrated  as  the  knife  he  twirls  between  his  fingers  at  his  side.  he  needs  not  elaborate  on  what  exactly  he  means  ,  ice-cold  hues  narrowing  into  a  sharp  glare  –  challenging  &  resolute  ,  all  but  daring  for  zacharie  to  play  dumb  in  spite  of  himself.  he  looms  ever  closer  ,  the  heavy  soles  of  his  boots  giving  him  an  inch  or  two  over  the  other  –  and  though  the  difference  is  small  ,  zaiden  does  his  best  to  utilize  it.  ❝  and  i  need  you  to  tell  me  everything  you  know.  if  i  think  for  even  one  second  that  you’re  lying  to  me,  i  will  not  hesitate  to  cut  your  tongue  out  and  nail  it  to  your  door  for  all  of  your  little  pups  to  see  how  far  their  beloved  pack  leader  has  fallen.  ❞  the  threat  is  far  from  an  empty  one  &  his  dangerous  growl  rumbles  deep  in  his  chest.  ❝  are  we  clear  ?  ❞

                    The air in the apartment was thick with tension, Zacharie could see the way that Zaiden tensed as their gazes locked over the blade of his knife. It wasn’t that different from every other time that the two of them had crossed paths. Zaiden was always serious and perhaps sometimes Zacharie wasn’t as serious as he should have been. He didn’t want to push Zaiden too much, last time they had come across one another they’d gotten into a pretty bad fight. And he still carried the weight of the interaction, he had a chance to take out a vampire and he didn’t. But it wasn’t as simple as that. That vampire had been Zaiden and it was getting to be increasingly clear that Zacharie wasn’t going to be able to kill him.

                    Zacharie couldn’t even pretend to be surprised by this fact anymore. It wasn’t that he couldn’t kill a vampire. He’d killed his fair share over the years, fighting in a war he voluntarily joined. Maybe that fact that his brother was a vampire was a conflict of interest; but that didn’t mean he’d ever be able to look into his identical gaze and kill him. Some might call him weak because of that, but Zacharie didn’t really care enough to argue about it. Vampire or not Zaiden was still family--they still looked like family and as much as Zacharie really wanted to hate his brother, he couldn’t find it in himself to.

                    The silence that stretched between them wasn’t nearly as long as it felt. The thick, suffocating air shifted just slightly as Zade’s arm lowered, his knife now glinting just as dangerously at his side as it had when the point was pressed against Zacharie’s throat. He swallowed the need to ask again if Zaiden wanted to go first, instead his gaze held the fury filled one of his brothers refusing to show any outward signs of weakness. “We have been working on some things I guess.” He took a small step back, still holding his brother’s gaze. “Where would you like me to start? Just what are you asking about?”

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wulfbruised​:

GIO : i need a wrench and some pliers GIO : slip joint & needle nose GIO : i left all my shit back at my moms place so i dont have my toolbox

ZAC : i should have all of that ZAC : i’ve collected a few things over the years ZAC : also just because i’ve been alive longer than modern plumbing doesn’t mean i don’t know how it works.

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wulfbruised​:

GIO : dawg why do you assume i did something GIO : mean ass punk GIO : might shock you but sometimes things break or stop working without intervention GIO : maybe asking you was a bad idea. arent you from a time before modern plumbing

ZAC : alright alright i shouldn’t have assumed. ZAC : what happened?  ZAC : should i bring tools?

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imessage for gio...

GIO : hey GIO : my toilet broke GIO : help

ZAC : what did you do this time?

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kingspavvn​:

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AS  NOSTRILS  FLARE  ,  THE  rancid  stench  of  canine  is  all  that  floods  his  senses  ;  for  what  feels  like  the  umpteenth  time  that  evening  ,  zaiden  is  forced  to  swallow  back  the  burning  bile  that  threatens  to  crawl  up  his  throat.  booted  feet  carry  him  silently  through  the  brooklyn  apartment  with  silent  fluidity  –  and  though  blue  hues  narrow  into  chips  of  glowing  ice  ,  the  vampire  has  no  choice  but  to  simply  chew  upon  his  tongue  &  bide  his  time.  it  had  been  far  too  easy  to  make  his  way  into  the  heart  of  the  lion’s  den  –  and  with  his  well-timed  actions  ,  it  became  blatantly  obvious  that  the  liberation’s  so-called  alpha  had  yet  to  manifest  a  proper  level  of  security.  amateur  move  ,  zaiden  notes  with  mild  disgust.  all  it  had  taken  was  a  mediocre  level  of  compulsion  to  convince  one  of  the  receptionists  manning  the  lobby  of  the  high-rise  apartment  to  slip  him  into  the  room  that  belonged  to  his  bastard  brother  ;  there  hadn’t  been  a  need  for  force.  not  even  a  broken  window  or  a  picked  lock.  like  a  breeze  ,  zaiden  was  able  to  slip  through  the  spiraling  hallways  &  into  zacharie  hendricks’  personal  quarters  without  having  to  lift  even  his  pinkie  finger.

with  the  door  slowly  clicking  shut  behind  him  &  the  lock  turning  back  to  its  original  place  ,  the  death  dealer  finds  himself  deep  in  the  belly  of  the  beast  he  has  been  tasked  to  slay  –  but  the  reality  behind  his  appearance  in  his  brother’s  home  is  far  less  deadly.  the  idea  alone  is  enough  to  turn  zaiden’s  stomach  ,  forcing  him  to  swallow  back  the  uneasy  growl  rumbling  deep  within  his  chest.  the  threat  of  treason  hangs  heavily  overhead  –  and  the  longer  zaiden  is  forced  to  reckon  with  the  fact  as  he  paces  back  and  forth  through  the  apartment  ,  the  more  the  itch  lurking  beneath  his  skin  seems  to  amplify.  he  hisses  ,  teeth  clenching  together  with  enough  force  to  cause  his  fangs  to  click  dangerously  –  and  out  of  instinct  ,  leather-glad  fingers  pluck  the  silver  dagger  tucked  neatly  into  his  belt.  he  twists  the  glinting  blade  between  deft  digits  idly  as  he  wanders  ,  only  halfway  noting  the  sleek  ,  modern  edges  of  zacharie’s  personal  interior  design.  he  hardly  wastes  his  time  looking  ,  lingering  only  when  blue  hues  catch  sight  of  a  single  personal  photo  settled  atop  the  mantlepiece  of  his  fireplace.  a  framed  image  ,  crammed  with  numerous  faces  –  the  pack  ,  zaiden  can  only  assume.  he  recognizes  only  a  few  –  z  ,  the  little  runt  (  kaz  ?  crash  ?  he  can’t  remember  )  &  the  scruffy  ,  bearded  addition  to  the  liberation’s  cause.  head  cants  to  the  side  as  he  studies  it  ,  a  single  digit  tracing  the  serrated  edge  of  his  dagger  in  absent  thought.  how  strange  it  is  that  he  &  zacharie  had  lost  the  family  they  were  raised  in  together  only  for  the  canine  creature  to  forge  his  own  bonds  on  his  own  time.  

there  is  a  slight  twinge  that  flickers  in  his  chest  but  zaiden  is  uncertain  of  what  exactly  it  is.  jealousy  ?  disgust  ?  or  a  mix  of  both  ?  he  hardly  as  a  moment  to  contend  with  the  fact  when  the  sound  of  metal  keys  clattering  loudly  against  the  knob  of  the  front  door  jars  the  death  dealer  from  his  haze  of  thoughts.  muscles  go  rigid  &  with  a  sharp  inhale  ,  zaiden  easily  crosses  the  apartment  to  hover  directly  in  front  of  the  entryway.  blue  hues  narrow  and  as  the  door  finally  swings  open  ,  zaiden  raises  his  dagger  to  eye  level  ,  tapered  ,  razor-sharp  point  only  a  milimeter  away  from  zacharie’s  nose.  when  lips  curl  to  expose  jagged  fangs  ,  zaiden  finally  breaks  the  tense  silence  with  a  starn  growl.  ❝  one  wrong  move  ,  one  wrong  sound  ,  and  it’s  over.  we  need  to  talk.  ❞

                    There was something off. Something in the air that just didn’t feel right but Zacharie couldn’t really put his finger on what it was. Maybe it was because he had stopped off on his way home with some of his colleagues for a few drinks. Maybe it was just some of the residual energy left from the full moon the week before. Even after six centuries Zacharie hadn’t fully shaken the recovery period that came along after the full moon. He knew that he had it easier than some of the younger pups, but that didn't mean that he was able to completely escape the moon’s control.

                   The moon itself was rising into the sky, and the senior leecher was caught up in his own thoughts as he turned the corner leading to his apartment. As the sun had already set and Zacharie’s mind was once again on the defensive, his gaze sweeping every shadow as he walked. With the death dealers on high alert it didn’t really feel safe for any of his pack to walk the streets of New York that they’d taken to calling home. There had been a few too many death dealers on his streets lately, even though those streets were miles away from where the vampire coven called home. But it wasn’t until he came upon his apartment building he discovered just what was so wrong about his walk home.

                   Vampire.

                   It was all around him and not only that but he recognized the scent. His brother had been here recently. That fact alone filled him with anxiety as he walked silently past the security guard, stepping into the elevator with a heavy sigh. The ride up was longer than he remembered, and Zacharie couldn’t help but notice that his brother’s scent was getting stronger as the car climbed to his floor.

                   By the time he reached his own apartment Zacharie had a feeling he knew exactly who was waiting for him on the other side. His key slid into the lock gently turning it before letting himself inside. The knife wasn’t as surprising as he was sure his brother wanted it to be, Zac’s instinct pulling him back just enough to put millimeters between himself and its sharp edge. “Alright.” His voice was soft but tense, one foot shifting enough to kick his door closed with an equally soft click. “Let's talk then. Would you like to start?” His words weren’t teasing or light as they might have normally been. The seriousness of the situation falling over the two brothers like a constricting blanket.

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if it came down to it and you could only save one in a life or death situation, would you pick lena or zaiden?

“Lena, because I’m sure there isn’t a situation that Zaiden would need my help getting out of.” | @rosewilts @kingspavvn

[wlfbitcs]

so when r u & sinclair gonna ****

“Sinclair and I are not going to be doing anything like that. I’m not interested in sleeping with my brother’s boyfriend.” | @enpcssant

[wlfbitcs]

does it bother you that you're the reason that lena's closest friend refuses to speak to her?

There’s a heavy sigh that escapes him as he thinks over just how to respond, one hand coming up to run though his hair slowly. “Of course it does. I never intended for this to happen.” | @kingspavvn @rosewilts

[wlfbitcs]

fmk: giovanni, sinclair, lucia

“Well I believe I would fuck sinclair, marry gio, and that means lucia draws the short straw. My apologies.” | @wulfbruised @enpcssant @ofperidots

[wlfbitcs]

...u think rearranging ur schedule to see the vampire princess is gonna help restore the pack's faith in u?

“I don’t see how it’s any of your business what I do in my spare time. I am aware that my attention have become too divided recently and my pack can trust that I will be there for them.”

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