Alexander

Alexander Wright || 41 || Hunter ||

[xander-wright]

Journal Entry #43

Name: Nancy Bowman Age: Twenty-Two Hair: Blonde Eyes: Green Power: Hydrokinesis Cause of Death: Blood Loss Date of Death: February 24, 2014

There are days when I just can't control myself. When I need to kill. Sometimes, I fear that it isn't even about my son anymore. That it's not about retribution, but instead because I like it. Taking life wasn't something I wouldn't ever have thought I would like, but here I am. Knee deep in death and stuck in it's thick black tar without escape. Maybe it's time for me to embrace it. To just sink into the darkness and never resurface. That might be best for everyone. Even Valeria. It would break her, but at least there's a good chance she can move on. All I've ever done so far is hurt her, even when I try not to. She can't understand and I don't expect her to.

Nancy Carter was just a catatonic release for me, in all honesty. No thinking, no stress, just release. I don't have to worry about anything, except getting caught, but I've taken the precautions to ensure that wasn't going to happen. Even the muffled screams she tried to give off was calming. Like a melodious sound of a violin, this time played by two very elaborate vocal chords. Music to my ears.

As wonderful as the screaming might have been, the electric saw drowned it out. Much like how Nancy Bowman drowned in her own blood. The blade severed the jugular vein and the carotid artery. Within minutes, Nancy stopped screaming. Not because she was dead, but because she was unconscious. There was still life in that body of hers and with every stream of scarlet vigor that squirted out of the slit on her throat, the more that life diminishes. It was beautiful, really. Watching someone die. There's a macabre pleasure in it, a deep art rooted in evil and I sat right in the front rows.

Her blood was like honey once it started to congeal. Slow and steady. And soon, it was a gelatinous blob of red blood cells. There's some cannibalistic humor in this, but the point's already been made. I would never be able to bring myself to do that. If I were to, then I'd consider myself a true monster. At least as of now, the form I take still has a sense of reason even if it's slowly slipping away. Still, I can't help but to feel her blood between my latex covered fingers. This was her life, what sustained and kept her alive. Funny how something that can bring life can also take it away. It's poetic, in a sense. Nancy Bowman died drowning in her blood, drowning in her life.

Rest in peace, Nancy. If you can.

—ᴀ

[xander-wright]

{Vᴀʟ}ᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇs Dᴀʏ || Aʟᴇxᴀɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ Vᴀʟᴇʀɪᴀ

Valentines Day was probably the only day of the year where Alexander can almost take his mind fully off of Gabriel. He knew he neglected Valeria over the years. He wasn't the husband he should have been. He hated himself for that, but try as he might, it felt like something was controlling him. That something far stronger than he was, lived his life while he just watched. Then again. It was easier to blame others for people's own problems. That's how some get past their mistakes. This wasn't something Alexander could blame on anybody but himself, and he knew that. At least he could try to make up for it.

Valeria was suppose to come home from work any minute now. A vase of beautiful scarlet red roses sat behind the front door, resting on a table with a card resting just in front of it. The card would read "Go To The Kitchen." and there would wait Alexander with a candle lit dinner just for the two of them. Alexander still had a few minor preparations to finish, but it was nothing he couldn't handle. A few dashes of seasoning here. Salt and Pepper there and dinner was ready to be plated and served. The moment Alexander heard a car start to park, he hurried platting the food and set them down on a table before simply awaiting Valeria's arrival.

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

Next time, my friend.

[xander-wright]

So, where should you be right now?

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

I lead a busy life of being sued by many people, I am so sorry.

[xander-wright]

You should have called. We could have rescheduled.

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

I think I bumped into you a week ago now that I think of it.

[xander-wright]

Oh. Right. You didn't show up in court. What was up with that?

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

Ah, thank you. I’m still so bad with directions.

[xander-wright]

It's not a problem.

Hmm... You look familiar...

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

I’m a bit lost, would you mind telling me where I am? 

[centrifugalxmotion-deactivated2]

[xander-wright]

Cafe Rose Nicaud. In The French Quarter.

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

[jakeesummerss]

"I’m not acting stupid." he said annoyed at him, he really wasn’t and he was pretty sure this guy wasn’t going to believe anything he said. He could make up something, he could say the truth, how would he really know that he was saying what was real? He wouldn’t and in the end he would still get hurt because that’s all that this guy wanted, was to hurt him. He swallowed nervously "yeah I’m so fucking lucky." he spat at him and turned his head away from him in annoyance. Probably wasn’t a good idea to do that but he did stupid things when he was pissed off.

He decided to try and say what he could without giving too much away because the feel of the cool knife on his skin made his head snap back towards him. “No! Please don’t,” he begged him, worried. He swallowed and shook his head trying hard not to tear up. “The place it’s, I don’t know what’s going on there it’s like, people’s powers are messing up, I don’t know!” he really didn’t know what the cause of it was, he just knew that people’s powers were fucking up and acting weird. He doesn’t talk to everyone at the coven. “Honest, it’s the truth, I don’t know why.” he panted hoping he believed him.

[xander-wright]

Alexander wiped away the spit that Jake threw his way. The has half a mind to kill the boy in front of him then, but the boy had a very expensive piece of equipment hidden inside of him. A tracking device. It's not everyday that someone gets to tag and track a witch. Specially not one that lives well in the academy. So he might just let this one slide by with that one, but anything further from that won't have any guarantees. He can always recover the device... Without anesthesia. But that might prove to be difficult. That device wasn't meant to be removed easily.

"Listen." Alexander growled, growing impatient. "I'll let you live. Wanna know why?" Alexander didn't give Jake much of a chance to answer. "Because you are my little bitch, understand? You something inside of you that I control. A tracking device, it has a few other purposes, but it's best that you don't know what else it does for now." Alexander huffed an angered breath. "Now, I'm going to tell you what you're going to do." He said as he picked up a syringe. "You're going to wake up in your bed, like nothing ever happened. In fact, nothing did happen. This never happened. You won't tell anyone about me or what I did to you. Because if you do, there's no guarantee that the next time we meet, you're going to still be alive. Understand?"

[xander-wright]

PART 1: Appearance

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 176 lbs.

Age/Birthday: 41 Years Old || February 1, 1973

Eye color: Hazel-Green

Hair color: Dark Blonde

Natural hair color: Dark Blonde

Hair style: Slightly Messy

Skin tone: Tanned

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Does he/she wear makeup?: No

PART 2: Relationships

Best Friend: Travis Butchman

Worst Enemy: The Woman That Killed His Son.

Someone they dislike: Fiona Goode

Someone they like: Gabriel Wright (Deceased)

Does he/she know their mother?: Yes.

Does he/she know their father?: Yes.

Siblings?: None.

Girlfriend/boyfriend?: Valeria Grayson Wright (Wife)

Love interest? (can be someone who doesn’t like them back): Valeria Grayson Wright

PART 3: Favorites

Favorite food: Teriyaki Chicken

Favorite color: Green

Cats or dogs?: Dogs

Favorite Animal: White Bengal Tiger

Favorite song/band: Can't Help Falling In Love — Elvis Presley

PART 4: Thoughts

Worst fear: Reliving the loss of his son.

Personal hell: His son's death.

A secret: He's thought about a divorce with Valeria more than he'd like to admit.

Something he/she judges someone for: When someone is loud and obnoxious.

Something he/she thinks about often: His son Gabriel.

PART 5: Personal opinions

Does he/she consider themselves attractive?: Not most of the time.

Is he/she happy where they are right now?: No.

Personal goals/aspirations: To rid the world of witches.

One insecurity: His inability to get over his son's death.

What would he/she change about themselves if they could?: He'd want to change his outlook on life so he could be happier.

PART 6: Finish the sentence (IC)

I feel…alone.

I wish…my son were still alive.

I can’t…keep living like this anymore.

I can…avenge my son.

I don’t want to…let go of him.

I think I’m…going to kill myself.

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

[jakeesummerss]

Jake struggled still against the plastic and the ties, he knew he probably should try and conserve his energy but it was natural instinct. “I don’t know much, I’m new, like i said I don’t pay attention to what’s around me. Clearly.” he said talking about the situation he has just landed himself in. The man seemed so angry, like he was trying to prove some kind of point and maybe he was. He had no idea what his story was but he was scaring him, not because he was tied, but because of the evil looks of hatred he was getting. Like he was the most disgusting person in the world for being a witch.  His thoughts weren’t helping either, he was letting him hear things he really didn’t care to hear and his heart picked up more and more. He knew he would do it, he had a choice to make.

"No." he said "no don’t." He swallowed and whimpering trying to get the knife of his hand but his fear wasn’t letting him. He tried to focus as his shirt was ripped and he became bare skinned for the knife to cut where the man wanted him too. "I just, I just know my power’s have been going weird, like I got this new one, I can’t control it I…it’s all I know about it, I don’t know why." he said in a panic and it’s true, he really didn’t know anything else. His mind got scared and he started imagining things like knives and chairs and random things that would get him out of these ties. They started popping up all over the room but of course unless someone actually used them on him they were no use, he just couldn’t control himself right now. That probably wasn’t helping his case.

[xander-wright]

"You're new, not stupid. Now stop trying to act like it." Alexander warned. He was sick and tired of the games that this boy was trying to play with him. He already has one disease he has to deal with and dealing with another one like this boy would just be too frustrating to handle. "You know, you're really lucky I'm a very patient man. If I weren't you'd probably already be dead by now." This new generation of kids were impossible. Didn't their parents ever teach them anything about manners? Really, this only made his job that much harder. Even when placed in a life or death situation, the refusal to cooperate was either a very brave decision or a very stupid one.

"Keep talking. Everything and anything you know about that place." He placed the cooler end of the metal blade flat on Jake's skin, just to give him more of a reason to start talking. "I'm thinking of doing a checkerboard design when you stop cooperating and I have to start cutting out squares. What do you think?" Alexander wasn't really giving Jake much of an option. "You know. This is pretty cathartic for me. I could do it all day." A small smile crept into Alexander's face. "My only hope is that your body doesn't go into shock too quickly... I'd like for you to... feel... everything."

[lucasholton]

Before the Dawn || Lucas + Alexander

Lucas knew he would have to do something sometime soon. His father had been on his ass about it the past… well, month. They didn’t send him here for nothing. He knew that. He just didn’t really want to do it. It wasn’t laziness he just didn’t really have the heart to do it. It just seemed pure evil for him, but he was raised believing that witches were bad, that they weren’t human. What about hunters? They wanted to eliminate them, they weren’t any better, were they? He didn’t like thinking about it. Once he thought too much it was hard to get him down off of the high he normally got. He seemed weak, unable, but that was a lie. Everything was a lie after another, after another. He pursued his lips now grabbing his equipment in his bag grabbing his jacket, throwing it on and he made sure his shoes were double knotted. It seemed stupid, double knotting his shoes, he wasn’t a little kid anymore, but when his father took him on hunts the boy always managed to have untied shoes and his father would yell at him telling him he fucked up the entire thing. Then he’d see the look in his eyes and feel bad, double knotting his shoe laces for him.

After a while he was immune to the life his father lived, his grandfather, his grandfathers father. It was such a long line and he knew he couldn’t just not do it either. But if he ever had kids he wasn’t sure what he’d do about that. Hell, his cousin, who was a girl was a witch hunter, too, and she was almost better than Lucas was. It was like there was a huge burden on the boy. When he looked at his watch he knew it was time. He went to his car and parked far enough but not too far. His nose had been stuffy and he was sneezing. He didn’t understand why. He had gotten randomly sick; the boy never got sick. He shrugged it off, blowing his nose before exiting out of his car grabbing his gear. He crept towards the back of his house, wearing all black he had found his regular spot. There was a witch that always seemed to come out for a smoke break and he had a plan already formulating in his mind. He had been tracking her for a while. He didn’t know her name, didn’t really want to do background check on anyone he ever imprisoned. Torture was something that came easy for the boy; he didn’t really feel anything. It was like the humanity part of him switched off. Perhaps he really was a monster after all. He leaned back for a while; he had her patterns down pretty well, he’d know when she’d come out which was in a few minutes. For now he waited. But he felt that fucking sneeze come up again. “Fuck,” he whispered as he let it out. He just couldn’t help it.

[xander-wright]

Alexander took a deep breath as he watched a witch from his car. The leather gloves he wore felt a bit tighter somehow, but that was an advantage on his end. Loose gloves would have cause more of a trouble than anyone would think. His eyes watched the rear view mirror, the witch in perfect sight. He knew a lot about this witch thanks to Travis. He didn't know how the man does it, but the two of them always manage to help each other out. There was always rules to the way Alexander lived his life and one of the most important ones were make sure to know what he was dealing with. Never kill a civilian. He might be a killer, a psychopath even, but he sure as hell wasn't about to just pillage every person he has suspicions about. He took a deep breath as he saw the witch pull out a cigarette, right on schedule. This was his time to move.

Without much sound, he took a syringe of sedatives from his back and pocketed it before leaving his car. The lighter the load he had to carry, the easier his job was. A dosage of this sedative would have taken the witch out without any struggle. As he opened the door and a burst of the cold fresh air hit him, he felt a slight pulse in his brain. Of course this stupid flu would act up around now. The sudden shift in temperature obviously wasn't very well accepted by his body. Still, he pressed on. He looked around, making sure that there wasn't any security cameras. Thank god for city budget cuts. And like a predator on a hunt, he started to make his way towards his prey.

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

[jakeesummerss]

"But." Jake protested, why couldn’t he just let him go? He didn’t do anything wrong, he wouldn’t tell anyone at all. He squirmed and shook his head "I wasn’t trying to!" he begged and bit his lip trying not to seem like a big old wimp but he was sure it was coming across that way. He couldn’t give in though, he couldn’t give up. If Tate wasn’t around then maybe he would have considered it but this guy was sick, completely sick and if he did and something happened well, he couldn’t think about that.

He looked over and saw the knife and he wiggled more and more “oh fuck don’t okay don’t!” he begged. “I can’t give anything up, I just can’t. Please you have to understand! I’m new there! I don’t know anything I barely have control of my powers.” maybe if he just gave himself up then he would have some kind of sympathy towards him. He was scared. He scrunched his eyes trying to get the knife out of his hand with his powers but it was hard, he hadn’t practiced much with this power yet, which was stupid of him now that he thought about it.

[xander-wright]

"You know something about the witch's powers and something going on around that. Start or I swear I will start taking out cubes of flesh from your sides." He said through clenched teeth. He was like a dragon, breathing fire from his nose and there was no fury much stronger than that. Alexander might be a killer. He's accepted that long ago. He kills witches and voodoo priests, but he was always a man of his words. You know I'll do it. Alexander thought to himself, knowing that this Jake kid would hear his thoughts.

He made his way towards Jake again, the small knife in his hand. "You better start talking, or I'll start cutting." Alexander warned as he squated down near the table that Jake was stuck to. He brought the blade of the knife close to the small section of Jake's body that still had his clothes exposed and cut the fabric of his clothes to expose the skin. Alexander's eyes scanned through Jake's body, almost like it was a blank canvas, ready for him to paint.

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

[jakeesummerss]

Jake looked at him and he was so scared. He didn’t want to die, or get hurt. He wasn’t good with pain or anything like that. He chewed his lip keeping quiet, he didn’t want to get taped up either. He watched as he circled him, like some kind of shark. He could hear what he was thinking but he was channeling his mind on only certain things so he couldn’t hear everything. God he hated how weak he was. He took a breath not wanting to comply but maybe if he listened a little bit it wouldn’t be so bad. “It’s Jake.” he said cold and unreadable. Tate was going to literally kill him.

He listened to his words and he was right, he thought he was doing something good for the coven and all he was doing was getting into more trouble, like usual. Except this time it was way worse than anything he’s ever done. He struggled and groaned at the situation, he had two options, give in or find out what incentive’s he had in mind. “I…” he spoke softly. “I can’t…I..” what if he gave away things from the coven and in turn he got people hurt? Got Tate hurt? He couldn’t bare it, live with it. He didn’t want to get hurt himself of course but he wasn’t one to sell people out like that. He shut his eyes upset “please.” he begged quietly. “Just let me go, I swear, I won’t tell anyone you’re even around.”

[xander-wright]

"No. It's too late for that." Alexander stated, quickly shutting down Jake's proposal. "I told you not to get me mad. Poking a lion with a stick... That wasn't very smart of you... Jake." There was emphasis on his name, like there was some deep seeded hatred Alexander had. It wasn't personal, really. Jake seemed like a nice person. It was just the fact that he was a witch that made him hate the boy so much. No witch can fly under Alexander's hatred. Just looking at the boy weep and beg for mercy, it brought some joy to Alexander. Not nearly enough as killing him, but at least it was something.

"Now, I'm going to ask you again and I really want you to cooperate, because It'd be a real shame if I have to work harder than I have to to break this out of you." He'd do it without remorse. That was an emotion he's lost for witches a long time ago. Any harm that comes to them would have only given him happiness. Alexander made his way over to a table that held his tools and picked up a knife, a small one. He wasn't planning on killing Jake. Not yet, anyways. He wants what's in Jake's head and if the key to it was a knife, then so be it.

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

[jakeesummerss]

Jake could sense someone, he could hear them and it wasn’t good thoughts. He was still mastering his powers so he wasn’t too good at detecting people right away unless he was trying to focus on it. Jake wasn’t ready. He was scared and worried now but before he could do anything he had turned and saw the horrible man he was talking to before. “Shit.” he hissed feeling the needle pierce his skin. He gripped the spot he was injected and tried to do something but instead it took effect quicker than he expected and he toppled over unconscious.

Jake awoke much later, he didn’t know how long he had been actually out but he felt groggy. His vision was blurry and his mouth was dry. He groaned trying to get in control of what was actually happening. Being so confused and disoriented didn’t help. His vision finally came into play and he realized that he definitely wasn’t at the coven anymore. Jake’s heart started to pick up quickly and when he tried to move he realized he couldn’t. He was tied down, wrapped in some kind of plastic in a weird plastic covered room. Oh god he was going to get killed he knew it and then Tate would bring him back just to kill him again. He whimpered struggling against the ties but it was no use. “Help!” he cried out, probably a stupid idea but if anyone was around maybe they would. Then he heard him, whoever he was, he heard his thoughts and he was coming closer. “Fuck.” he swallowed taking deep breaths, he needed to stay calm.

[xander-wright]

"Shut up." Alexander commanded as he took a roll of duct tape just in case he might need it. This boy seemed to have been very persistent in dishing out information, so he figured he might find some resistance getting the boy to shut up here. Specially in such a dangerous situation. Alexander approached the boy, wiggling the roll of duct tape in front of him just as a warning. "So. You wanna tell me what your name is?" Alexander asked. Usually, he'd have already knows who his victims were. What they do. If they had family. But this one was special. He figured it would have been more fun getting the other to confess the information.

"You know. You had a chance to save yourself from this." Alexander stated. "I asked politely what was going on with the coven and you refused." There was a small pause, like a predator savoring his meal before he ate it. "You decided you wanted to be Mr. Hero. The guy who was going to put an end to all of this with one hand behind your back." Alexander laughed at the thought. "Clearly, you had no idea who you're dealing with... And even if you did... Well... That was a stupid mistake on your behalf." Alexander started to circle the boy, his eyes almost like they were knives piercing his captive. "Are you ready to start talking or did you want me to give you a few incentives first?"

[jakeesummerss]

Alexander & Jake || Kidnap

Jake was having a horrid day, the way this new found weird power was seeming to take over his life was pissing him off. Granted it wasn’t too bad, he just had to control what he thought and what he wanted. At least it wasn’t like Tate’s where things he touched turned to ash, that must be really hard to deal with. He needed to get away from being inside right now and just take a walk, get some fresh air and clear his head. He headed out back to the garden, it was peaceful out there and the weather was nice. Not to warm but breezy enough to really clear his head. Being in the coven was still so new for him, having powers and learning to control them. Of course he would have a power where he could hear everyone’s thoughts, hear the dead speak or feeling their presence. It was strange but fascinating. Either way he did like it here, he liked being able to be with his brother all the time, he felt better and more in control of his power’s and himself.

Stretching as he walked, he sat down on the patio swing and rocked back and fourth, feeling tired from the new air on his skin and the sun beating down on him. This weird new power was vibrating through his body, he could conjure up pretty much anything and while most people probably thought that it would be a cool thing to do, not being able to control it sucked. He wondered if this was only temporary or not. He sat back and closed his eyes trying to clear his mind of all thoughts when he heard a noise. His eyes shot open and he looked around “hello?” he called out. “If you’re trying to be funny and scare me… it’s working.” he chuckled softly.

[xander-wright]

Alexander has been stalking this boy for quite a while now. Ever since that little exchange, he knew what he had to do. If the kid wouldn't spill any information, Alexander decided he'd just have to tip the glass himself. Everything would come pouring out. It wasn't like he originally planned this, but the kid brought it upon himself. Talking about powers to strangers that he didn't know. The kid really ought to be smarter. Now, Alexander just needed an opportunity to take the boy. And Lo and behold, there it was. Solitude in the gardens. It was perfect. He was even reminded of Misty Day when he was staking the place out as a gardener there. Shot the girl in the arm, but didn't get to kill her. That was a real shame.

He slowly crept up to the boy, making sure to stay behind the shadows and beneath detection. Nothing was in his mind other than the kill, like a lion stalking it's prey. "Hello." He greeted from behind as he injected the boy with a strong sedative, directly administered to the blood stream. It would have taken effect within seconds. "And just for the record, no. I wasn't trying to be funny." The boy was already unconscious, but he didn't care.

[jakeesummerss]

"I know, I know everything actually. I can hear you, you wanna know? I’ll tell you about me then. Every little thought that’s gone through your mind I’ve heard." he shrugged. "I’m not playing hero, I’m being sensible. For once.."

[xander-wright]

A small smile crept up to Alexander's face. This reminded him of Helena Carpenter. What he allowed her to see inside his mind. What he did to her. Looks like destiny might just allow him to relive that moment through this young witch. "No... You don't know everything. You know what goes on in my mind, not everything."

[jakeesummerss]

"I’m not going to be some rat who snaked everyone out." he shook his head "so, you’re not getting anything from me on the coven. You wanna hit me? Fine."

[xander-wright]

"Me hitting you is the least of your worries..."

"Playing hero isn't going to get you anywhere. Specially not here."