Ever Hart

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Night Shift || Ever & Darcy

There was a low hum in the bar, the rush had come and gone, and only some of the patrons sat watching the hockey game on the television, while the others whom she wasn’t as used to seeing frequent the Gaslight, chatted up those that had accompanied them. Darcy stood behind the counter with a cloth on her shoulder, brown eyes flitting over the back of the bar, as she tried to figure out what she could get to next. With a sigh, the brunette lifted her gaze and scanned along the drinks that sat atop the top of the bar, most of them were still filled. Then, as if on a whim, she began to make her way down the bar to the person seated at the end of it, and offered them a warm smile as she approached. “How’s your night going?”

The question was innocent enough, but she hoped that there was no bother in it. She was bored, but that wasn’t anything unusual. Keeping her mind occupied, however, allowed her to keep from getting distracted by daydreaming of the ecstasy that was warm blood hitting her tongue.

Ever sat at the end of the bar, a drink in front of her, completely untouched. She wasn’t a drinker, not really. Especially in a town full of supernatural creatures. She wasn’t even sure she was on the job anymore, things had gotten complicated. She didn’t know what she was doing there anymore, but she knew why she was still there. She knew what or rather who was keeping her there. She heaved a sigh and looked up when the vampire running the bar spoke. 

It was so strange to her, still, to be sitting here, speaking to a vampire, sitting next to a werewolf, and not trying to kill them. The silver she typically wore, with the exception of a single ring, had been put away. The knifes she typically wore sat in her purse, not in reach. Ever had started to realize, that in this town, the supernaturals were the problem. Rae had helped her see that and now... Now she had no idea what to do. 

“Oh, it’s,” she shrugged, not really sure how to proceed with that answer. How was it going? Not great, honestly. She kept hearing about these missing people and something nagged at her like she should say something but she wasn’t sure where her loyalties were anymore. “It’s been better, but, I suppose it’s been worse, too.” She picked up her drink and for the first time since coming to this town, took a sip of something harder than alcohol. 

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Won’t Let Go || Ever & Rae

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rae-webster:

Rae exhaled slowly at her answer. Friend. Was that really what she still was to her? That’s not how it felt given how their last encounter panned out, the burn was still right there in the palm of her hand, healing painfully slow just as expected of a silver burn of its nature. It was a constant reminder now that she needed to question who she trusted, the woman sitting there at the bar had a big question mark hanging over her head on whether she was trustworthy anymore. 

But then she realised exactly what she was doing. Her brows furrowed as she watched Ever slide the very ring that had burned her into her purse - and that’s when it clicked into place, the rest of her jewelry was gone too. Her jaw tightened, but Rae was at least smart enough to recognise that this was an olive branch. Rae reached out, eyes locked on Ever’s as she took the purse from her. Her gaze broke away and down, her heart leaping into her throat when she saw that stupid carebear charm. She’d bought that for her years ago. She was shocked she still had it. Rae set the purse beneath the bar, but made no attempt to go and join her on her side of it. She remained right where she was, looking towards Xander, “I’ve got this.” She assured him, tone softer to indicate that she really did, and she’d appreciate some privacy for this conversation.

The purse was removed from the bar top and with it all of Ever’s protection. There was a moment of doubt but it didn’t show on her face because the more logical part of her told her this was Rae. Rae. There was no threat to her from Rae. The doubt itself was more for the creatures around her and not from the woman before her. Ever’s feelings for her friend had always been on the complicated side, but she had always trusted her. They were as close as two friends could get. It was, after all, why she had been sent. Though, it was also why the truth had been kept from her. She was still furious about that. 

Her eyes flicked up to the grey wolf that stood at the end of the bar. The one that had called for Rae. His eyes were keen and watchful but Ever didn’t shrink from his gaze. It was clear that he cared about Rae, has had a few at the party, though the grey wolf was silent and eventually moved off once Rae had told him to. Her eyes went back to Rae and she opened her mouth to speak, though what she wanted to say she had no idea. 

Her fingers drummed on the table top when typically they would twist the silver ring she had been gifted. “I don’t know what to say,” she said honestly. There was no point in lying. She was at a complete loss for words. “But I couldn’t leave things the way they are.” 

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Is this all a ruse? Are you just trying to get in close so you can kill everyone in the end?

Me kill people? Have you seen me? I’m tiny and have no strength. I’d be no match for a fluffy puppy. 

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Won’t Let Go || Ever & Rae

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rae-webster:

Xander had become a strange kind of dad figure to Rae. Not truly fatherly, but he very much fit the role given how he had taken her under his wing. The odd thought had indeed occurred to her that she essentially had three dads now; her biological sperm donor, Xander and of course, Nico. She never thought she’d ever have so much fatherly influence in her life. She’d grown used to it by now though, into her second year of being in town.. Man so much had changed in a year. 

Rae was currently out back dealing with the trash, as anyone could guess they went through a large number of glass bottles and cans that needed taking care of. Not the most glamorous job, but Rae was more than content with the labour. Upon hearing Xander call for her, she let out a groan, “Coming.” Must have been Ryder or Parker coming in to try and drag her out. She was hardly dressed for it, in a white tank top and grey sweats, she was planning on getting some work done around here. Quickly rinsing her hands and drying them off, she headed out into the bar area and froze when she saw who was sitting at the bar waiting for her. Neither Ryder nor Parker, but Ever. It had been a number of weeks since they had bumped into each other on the morning after the big party, Rae had hoped Ever had taken her advice. However, she clearly hadn’t, “What’re you doing here?” She asked, the same question that had spilled from her lips before. Only this time the tone was firmer, less confused and if anything, she was annoyed that her warning hadn’t been heeded.

Ever didn’t look up when Rae spoke, she was resolutely removing every single bit of silver from her body. From the knife at her back that she’s already slid into her purse to the bangles on her wrist and the earrings that hung from her delicate ears. It was only when she slid the polished silver ring from her ring finger that she looked up at met the eyes of someone she had cared about for so long. Her throat constricted for a second, the pain logging there and making her eyes go glassy with sadness. 

The ring she’d thrown at Rae twisted through her fingers, the silver glinting in the light before she took it and slid it in her purse as well. “I came to talk to my friend.” It wasn’t a ring she took off for much of any reason. It had been given to her for protection and protect her it had. The ring meant more to her than any of her other possessions save for the silly carebear on her purse. She slid the purse to Rae, her hand lingering on the tiny charm before she spoke. “Would you hold that behind the bar for me?” She asked. She was surrendering everything, all her weapons to Rae. She hoped Rae would see it for what it was. A peace offering. 

She had considered leaving after their moment in the shed, considered ghosting from this place and never ever looking back, but she couldn’t do it. She could not walk away from Rae. Not like this. There was so much between them, so much left unspoken and up in the air. Ever was foolish to think any of that mattered to Rae, but it mattered to her and because of that, she could not get in her car and drive away. She could not leave her. 

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Won’t Let Go || Ever & Rae

Her conversation with Rae had not gone the way she wanted it to, but then, she hadn’t really known how she wanted it to go. A part of her screamed that Rae was one of them, she was a werewolf! Their code, their creed, stated that if you were turned you were to kill yourself. And yet... Rae killed herself. She was alive and well and happy. Ever had reasoned, while she raged in her tiny room that it didn’t matter that she was happy, but the thought of Rae killing herself, well that made her physically ill. Ever couldn’t think about that. The pain of the idea brought tears to her eyes and tore at her soul. 

She had been angry, of course, but not at Rae. Not really. She was mad at Nate and at the Jacksons and everyone that had lied to her. They’d sent her here, undercover, with a lie. Did they think she wasn’t going to find out? Did they think she was some blind follower like all the rest of the Jacksons? She wasn’t a Jackson. She was Hart. They were a different breed of hunter. 

Rae had told her to leave. That she didn’t belong there, and perhaps that was true. Perhaps more true than anything as she stepped into the Boathouse and looked around. Ever had avoided most of these bars in town, choosing to stick to the more densely populated areas of the town. Though she’d seen no evidence of creature violence, the town had been rocked by a series of murders that the cops were tirelessly struggling to figure out. This was not a bar she even looked like she belonged in. 

She made her way to the bar and set her purse on the top, the carebear clacking against the hard surface. The bar tender, an older man with gray in his beard glanced down at the charm and cocked an eyebrow. “Cute,” he said, his voice almost a growl. 

She grabbed for the keychain, her thumb sliding over the belly of the little pink bear with the rainbow. “Thanks. A friend gave it to me. Is Rae here?” She asked looking up at the man. 

He nodded and shouted back over his shoulder, “Rae, ya gotta visitor.” He looked back at her, his face passive and bland. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nope,” she said as she removed all of her jewelry from her body and put it in her purse. “Just Rae, thanks.” 

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Ghost || Rae & Ever

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Gone rogue. That was a cute way to put it, as if she had decided to cut loose and escape like the heroes did in the movies, to make her marvelous exit under the cover of night to battle against the treachery she had faced. If only it had been so glamorous, maybe she wouldn’t have such trouble sleeping. No, all she dreamed of was the rabid wolf that had been chasing her down the entire night, and how she had suffered at its fangs. Not the result her family would have desired. 

 She cocked her jaw, “Care is a strong word,” She answered truthfully, “But I did sympathise with the people who were being captured and tortured for nothing more than being different.” Rae stepped forward with a scoff, waving her hand dismissively, “You make it sound like they can’t be one in the same.” She tilted her head, focusing in on the blonde as she took another step forward. “I understand why we are needed. There are those out there who can’t protect themselves like we can protect them - but that doesn’t mean they all want to hurt people. We have done some fucking horrible things to innocent people, to people that didn’t ask for the way they were born, or didn’t have the choice when they were changed. But we made them suffer regardless. It’s not right. It was never right. It’s downright evil and I wasn’t having any part of that anymore.”

Another step closer, “So what now, Ever? What now that you’ve found out the truth?” Rae challenged, the burn in her hand agonising, but if anything only fuelling her anger. 

Ever came from a different type of hunting family. They didn’t deal in torture and capture. There was very little point in prolonging the lives of the beasts they killed, but she knew not everyone agreed with the quick and easy. There were some out there that thought it was fun to prove just how monstrous even the humans could be. They justified it, of course, but it made them no less hypocritical. 

She had never really seen or experienced the ones that tortured the creatures. She wasn’t a Jackson. She wasn’t raised that way. Her family came into this life a little different and so they tended to hunt a little different. She focused on the troubled areas. New stories with missing people at certain times in the lunar calendar. Bodies drained of blood. Things like that. She went for the dangerous ones. The common ones, like the people in this town, that didn’t want to hurt anyone, she never touched. She found Lenny and Connor annoying as shit, but she would have found them annoying even if they weren’t wolves. Their species had nothing to do with that. 

Ever took a step back from her friend, her hand going for the knife behind her back. “I guess that depends on you,” she said, fingers wrapping around the hilt of the blade she always had on her. “Are you the kind of monster that wants to be left alone or are you the kind that deserves to be killed?” She hadn’t had a plan when she’d confronted Rae and she still didn’t. Rae was her friend! She knew this woman. It didn’t fit, even as her eyes dropped to the burn on her hand, Ever couldn’t reconcile that image with the memory of her friend. She couldn’t fracture the idea that this girl and the one she had known were different. They didn’t seem different. 

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Ghost || Rae & Ever

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Rae jutted her jaw indignantly, “That’s what they told you, huh?” Ever would no doubt see just through her old friend’s body language alone that she had changed. She stood a little taller, more confident in herself. She had been a perfect little soldier, cut and paste of the Jackson brood, but now, now she had some individuality to her; growing into herself in a way that the compound never would have allowed.

She watched her slide off the ring, making her furrow her brow momentarily at her question, “They lied to you, Ever. Just like they lied to me, to all of us.” She barely got out the last few words when Ever flicked the ring towards her. Reflex had her reach to snatch it out of the air, and reflex was what made her immediately drop it into the sand when the metal seared the flesh of her palm with a sharp cry. Rae held her hand, looking down at the ring shaped burn there. Her nose scrunched up as a snarl passed her lips, “You wanna know the truth Ever? They set the fucking dogs on me, and the dogs caught up.” She kicked the ring back over to her, a small cloud of sand kicked up with it as she flexed her burnt hand, “They don’t want to see me home safe. They want to see me home dead.”

Ever watched at the ring sailed through the air, her mind focused more on Rae’s reaction to the little piece of jewelry than to the statement previously made. She’d been told they lied to her by Nate, but what he had said was proving to be more correct than what Rae was saying. Sympathizer, that was the word. Traitor. Another. Nathanial’s words played on repeat even as the ring was dropped into the sad and kicked aside. 

“Oh, I know they lied to me,” she said scooping to pick up the ring. “I was told you were on a recon, turns out you’d gone rogue. At least, that was what another hunter told me. You started to sympathize and care about them.” She slid the ring on her finger, her skin unaffected by the silver. “I thought I was coming in to help you because you were in danger. I never imagined I’d find this.” She indicated the room and the remnants of a party that she’d gone to. “I never thought I would find a wolf in place of my friend.” 

It was the law of the hunters that if you were turned, you killed yourself and yet here she stood, the ring burned into her skin acting defiant and obstinant. Like she hadn’t done anything wrong at all. Like becoming the creatures they hunted wasn’t the ultimate sin. 

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Ghost || Rae & Ever

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The booming sounds of AC/DC were really not the kind of backdrop that they needed to a meeting like this… But maybe it was a good thing, the people who had passed out here in the shed had taken their rude awakening as a hint and were slinking out to get away from the raucous music. Eventually it was just the two of them. Rae swallowed hard, reaching back to turn the music right down – but enough to ensure that no one outside the shed could hear the conversation taking place inside. She set the trash bag aside for now, and when she looked back towards Ever her eyes turned sharp when she caught that dark glint in her old friend’s eyes. 

Her fingers naturally flexed, an instinct she had had long before she had been turned, “You’re not supposed to be here.” She stated outright. For a hunter to be within the borders of Spiritvale violated the accords; Ever could be killed for this if anyone found out… But she supposed it was clever, thinking about it. Ever was a Hart, not a Jackson, it meant that people wouldn’t flinch so much. Her own family were the ones who signed the accords after all, but it extended out to all other hunters. Her heartrate started to elevate, and Rae had to force a breath out of her nose to steady herself, “You’re here for me.” She added, pressing her tongue into the roof of her mouth. She felt more on edge now, and that was not a pleasant sensation to have with a roaring hangover. Her stomach turned, but adrenaline kept her together for now, “What did they—What did they tell you, Ever.” She breathed out harshly, her words barely even forming the question.

Ever’s fingers twisted the sterling silver ring on her fingers, her eyes locked on the woman that had once been her best friend. Her head tilted to the side and her eyes narrowed. “Neither are you,” Ever said slowly. She was angry. Beyond angry. This woman had been here the whole time and clearly, she was perfectly safe. Ever had been worried about her friend, spent time in places she didn’t want to be and rubbing elbows with creatures she had no business rubbing elbows with all because she had thought Rae was in trouble. Turns out, the only thing in danger had been a bottle of Jack and a two liter of coke. 

“I was here to locate my friend and bring her home safely,” Ever told her. “My mission,” she said stepping closer to her, “was to locate you, who I’d been told was on a recon mission here in town. I was told you missed a check in. They called me specifically to find you, figuring if anyone could do it, it would be me.” Rae had never been someone that made friends easily. Ever was one of the few, though potentially the only. 

“But that’s not why you’re here, is it?” She slid the ring off her finger and flicked it into the air, sending it at Rae. “Catch,” she said watching as the small silver ring flipped over and over through the air. She would have her answer in a matter of second whether Rae caught that ring or not. 

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Turn It Up || Ever & Eden

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There were not many hunters than ran into his kind to even spread rumors on how they acted. And even so, many found that an angelic offspring posed as much threat to humanity as humans themselves. Or, if they were religious, the guilt of killing something that shared a connection with the Almighty was too much to weigh against their soul. Not that Eden knew any better, no one had ever wanted to kill him for simply existing.

Eden nods after she obtains the bottle of water. “To each their own.” He wasn’t going to force anyone to drink if they didn’t want to, but he’d at least offer, as he had to previous people he had spoken to during this party. He arcs an eyebrow at her question, shrugging softly. “Poorly, yeah.” He was never one for dancing, but making a fool of himself, he could do that.

Ever chuckled as she pulled the top off of the bottle of water and took a swig. “Yeah, I’m not very good either,” she lied. “Parties weren’t exactly something common for me when I was growing up.” That was the truth. “It wasn’t exactly approved reading.” Her family hadn’t been as militant as others within the hunting communities, but they moved around far more than she would have liked and so dances and parties hadn’t been a priority for her. She’d developed a love of clubs because they attracted the vampires and she looked like easy prey. 

She looked around, catching sight of the people around. In this type of setting it was hard to tell which was the hunter and which was the prey, but she knew very well that at least some of the creatures in here were not here to play nice. Which was the problem with the accords. “I should let you get back to the party, don’t want to keep the DJ from his music.” 

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Late for the party || Ever & Sky

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skylielacara:

Skylar’s eyes sparkled when the woman began to ask her about the songs that she planned to sing during the party. “I like a lot of poppy, upbeat tunes, so I’ll usually do covers of artists like Lily Allen, Samantha James, and on occasion, a little bit of Lana Del Ray.” She said. It was always fun to talk music with people, especially with those who work around it. “What record shop do you work at?” She asked out of curiosity. While Skylar usually didn’t have the room for her dream collection, she still liked to at least look around at what music stores had to offer. Every once in a blue moon, she would purchase a CD or vinyl to add to the small collection she had now just to have. Eventually, when she had the funds for better living spaces and electronics, she would want to actually listen to what was in her collection.   

When the blonde began to reassure her that she was, in fact, okay, Skylar took in the woman’s appearance for a moment before allowing another smile to escape her lips again and nodding. “Okay.” She said. Skylar couldn’t help herself when it came to the well being of people. She had hoped that she wasn’t being too much of a nuisance by her checking up on the woman. She then nodded at the woman’s comment about the party and the abounding amount of alcohol and loud music. “It is pretty good so far. I’ll probably get a drink myself later. Though usually, I try not to go too overboard at these things when it comes to drinking.” Not only did Sky need to drive later, but she was a mess when it came to her falling far down the rabbit hole of inebriation.      

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Ever’s eyes went a little glassy but she nodded. “Cool,” she said. She didn’t even know those bands in all honesty. She might have heard some of the music, but with Lenny running the music in the place, honestly, it was doubtful. It was one of the few things Ever and Lenny actually got on decently about. Ever tended to like the harder music. She didn’t typically stick to the music of her generation. “I look forward to hearing it. I can show you the music set up, if ya want? A...friend of mine set it up.” Eden wasn’t a friend, but the use of the word made it seem more concrete and sincere. 

What the woman in front of her couldn’t see as she assessed Ever’s appearance was the solid silver blade that was sheathed to her leg to the inside of her thigh or the dagger in her boot. Hell, the stake of wood in her purse along with her trusty zippo was also not seen. Ever was not some weak drunk woman. Indeed she wasn’t even drunk. “That I can respect,” Ever said with a nod. “Well, I’m sure you’ll find something to your liking regardless.”

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Turn It Up || Ever & Eden

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hardly-angelic:

There was a lot of people that had decided to show up to the party. Very few he knew, a lot he didn’t. And because he was the official co-host, everyone could point him out and strike up a conversation. And he had to be nice. After a while, it was hard to keep a smile up for every Tom, Dick and Jane.

Shrugging at her words, his smile grows wider. “I aim to please.” Lifting his drink to his lips, he squints a single eye at the strength of it, shaking his head after his swig. “You need a drink?” He asks, beckoning with a hand toward the bar. “Got some juice too, if you’re not up for the alcohol.”

Ever considered the possibility of imbibing, but she knew better when it came to a party of the supernatural kind. This boy in front of her, she couldn’t get a read on, which made her think he was human, but this gods damned town was so over run that it was possible there were more than just witches, wolves, and vamps. In fact, it was likely. 

She followed him to the make shift bar, eyeing the drinks before shaking her head and snatching a bottle of water. “I think I’ll stick to this for now,” she said honestly. Water could pass as other things if she needed to fake her way through the party, but for now, she would simply watch. “Do you dance?” She asked suddenly. Though the question would have seemed like it came out of nowhere, Ever had been considering the option since she spotted him at the music. 

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Ghost || Rae & Ever

The morning after. Yikes. Rae’s head was throbbing pretty bad, but she had hauled her ass out of bed (still wearing last night’s clothes), pop some painkillers, down a strong black coffee and head out to the boat shed and the inevitable mess she had to clean up with a roll of trash bags in hand. She yawned wide and loudly, her plan was to pick up everything that she could outside of the shed itself so that it was spotless, and then go back to bed for another couple hours, then head back after that and finish up the inside. Xander had already been shocked to see her up this early, he had expected her to be out for a good few more hours, but Rae had her mission and she was fully intending on sticking to it. Besides, being out on the lakeside in the fresh air was a good thing for her sore head. Luckily the water she had chugged before sleeping spared her stomach, but she knew this headache was sticking around for a while. Tearing off a bag and cracking it open, she startled a guy who had passed out just a few yards from her. He looked up at her bleary eyed, squinting against the morning sun. Rae scoffed, “You got ten minutes to move your ass pal, else I’ll make you help me clean up this mess.” She passed him by, spotting a few others who had used the sand as their bed for the night. She clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth thoughtfully before a dastardly idea came to mind. She headed back into the shed – which was actually nowhere near as bad as she thought, just a lot of used cups, empty bottles and a few more slumbering bodies hanging around, and headed over to the speakers. Rae pulled her phone out of her pocket, apologised to herself and her aching head, cranked up the volume and started blasting AC/DC to wake everyone up. She winced herself, her headache was definitely going to get worse but she knew that it’d move everyone along, as proven by the yelp she heard behind her as a girl jumped out of her skin at the sudden music. Rae started collecting cups around the table before she turned around, and there she came face to face with a ghost. Hungover or no, she knew that face anywhere. Her heart leapt up into her throat, watery blue eyes widened and her fingers gripped so tightly into the trash bag she made a hole, “…Ever?” She should not be here. She should not be here.

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She’d gone to the part in the hopes of having a bit of fun in this gods damned town, but what she got was far less than fun and far more than she bargained for. She hadn’t cared one lick about the people at the party. She’d skirted around Lenny and Connor as best she could, choosing instead to stay off the radar of most. The only person she’d really stopped to talk to with any desire at all had been Eden. She hadn’t expected to see him at the party, but then as far as she had known, he was a face in the park with an ability to strum a guitar. Beyond that, she hadn’t thought anything of him. 

Mingling and pretending to be drunk was easy and she did it stunningly. Her night had gone just fine until the stupid ab contest. What a moronic fucking joke that had been. She’d stuck around to watch, at least, for a moment she had. At first, she’d thought it would be hilarious and she would have probably voted, but she caught sight of the one person she had been looking for for nine months and suddenly the fact that others were standing there half naked in the middle of a party didn’t matter. It’d taken a second for her to register her shock and then she was gone. Sinking into the corners to watch. Suddenly she was not an employee at the local record shop. She was a hunter and she was hunting her prey. 

The night ended, people fell asleep and Ever watched Rae slink off to the main building of the Boathouse Inn. She’d hunkered down, then, focused on not letting Rae get past her. She’d found a spot in the corner by the window and pretended to sleep while those around her grunted, groaned and did other noisy things in the dead of night. She didn’t sleep, she didn’t falter in her vigilance and when she saw Rae emerge a few hours later, Ever was as wide awake as she ever had been. 

It was a silent vigil she sat, watching her old friend move through the littered grounds and into the boat shed to clean up. She was silent, sharp blue eyes ringed in last nights smudged makeup, as she watched her turn and catch sight of her. A dark glint passed behind Ever’s eyes, Nate’s words echoing in her head. He had been right. She was a traitor. A sympathizer. “Hello Rae,” she said smoothly. There was no cheer to her greeting. There was no warmth. Even as she stood, her purse swung over the side of her, the little cheer bear charm Rae had given her all those years ago hanging off the side. There was no happiness when she saw her friend. 

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Late for the party || Ever & Sky

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skylielacara:

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Skylar had been caught in the trance of the bustle of the party before hearing the voice of a woman who approached her. The blonde appeared to be around her age, and…out of her element. Judging by her stumbles and speech patterns, it had appeared that she had a bit to drink. It threw Skylar off for a moment before she had to mentally remind herself of where she currently was. It was a party after all.

“Oh, well a couple of covers here and there, also been wanting to try out a couple of new ones that I’ve been writing and practicing on.” She said, smiling at her before leaning in slightly. “So, uh, how’s the party been so far? You doing okay, girl?” Although she only knew the woman for a couple of moments, she couldn’t help but feel a little concern for her. While a party was a place to meet people and enjoy themselves, it could be a dangerous place to be in a state like the one this woman was in. Skylar’s instinctive need to defend herself made her slightly paranoid.

Ever’s eyes went wide and she oh’d excitedly. “What kind of covers?” she asked. “I work at the local record shop, music is kind of...” she paused and waved her hand through the air like she was flicking a bug away, “not my thing but I like listening to it.” She’d already stopped to pester Eden, though she liked him better than most of the people in this place. 

“Yeah yeah, ‘m fine,” she said with a grin. Truly, Ever was fine. She hadn’t let a single drop of alcohol pass her lips while in the presence of these beasts. She would never be so stupid. The trouble was not the beasts at the party, though. The trouble was that the person she had been searching for was the one that threw the party. Nate’s words rang through her head. Traitor. That was what he had called her. Ever was attempting to not jump to conclusions. “Party’s good, too. Lots of alcohol and loud music.”

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Turn It Up || Ever & Eden

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The party itself was thrown together with very little time, thanks to Rae. In his own opinion, what he had done was nothing in comparison. All he did was bring a music player and set up some speakers. Flashing a smile to the blonde, Eden shrugs, pursing his lips in a faux attempt to hide his emotions. “Nah, I think I’ll keep it here. Last thing I need is someone messing with things over and frying themselves or the system because they think it’s too loud.” His attempt to hide his smile falters, the corners of his mouth finally widening. “Glad you came. Lookin’ good.” He mentions, waving a hand in the woman’s general direction. “Thought I’d have to deal with strangers all night. Nice to see…somewhat familiar faces.”

No that he minded strangers. It was a party after all, but sooner or later, you got tired of the small talk and ice breakers and just wanted to be around someone that you don’t need to make introduction pleasantries with.

[zippos-n-carebears]

“Thank you,” she said looking down at the ensemble that she put together. She felt so much more at home with her eyeliner and fishnets. She hated the sun dresses and pastels she wore under normal circumstances in this town. “I was kind of worried about that myself, but Connor and Lenny are here so at least I know a few people.” Connor was overly hyper and bouncy, Ever doubted she’d even see him and Lenny was just a bitch. Ever would avoid her. “Admittedly I already like you better than both of them.” She didn’t even know this boy but she did know the other two and they gave her a headache. 

[zippos-n-carebears]

Late for the party || Ever & Sky

After getting temporarily lost, Skylar made her way to the Boathouse, she had been told by many of her customers and coworkers at work that the party would take place around the area. Specifically behind the Boathouse. While parties were a great opportunity for her to meet new people, it was also a great opportunity for Skylar to come out and offer a chance for her to provide live music. She genuinely took joy in every opportunity she had to try and to be a provider of entertainment wherever she went, especially for outdoor events like this. It was an opportunity to bring some joy to the people of the town that she lived in, especially in light of recent events.

The upbeat sounds of a playlist that Skylar had compiled for herself on a mp3 player played softly through the headphones in her ears as she drove to the location of the party. The radio in her vehicle never really worked well, and with it only taking cassettes, she was out of luck when it came to playing music from the radio. The burgundy, 1998 GMC Safari van, of which she affectionately called Mia, roared down the streets, Skylar lightly tapping the stirring wheel to the sound of the music playing in her ears.

She began to apply the breaks once the Boathouse began to come into view. Parking backward in an empty parking space across from the Boathouse, Skylar cut Mia’s engine. Stopping and switching off her mp3 player, Skylar removed the headphones from her ears before opening the door to hop out of the van. After closing the driver’s seat behind her, she surveyed her surroundings. A lone building that sat on a beautiful lake as everyone in town had told her. A sign on the building had confirmed that she was where she needed to be. Boathouse Inn. “Okay.” Skylar nodded to herself before turning back to retrieve her electric guitar, along with a cable amp, from the back of the van.

After slinging the guitar onto her shoulder by the strap and making sure that her van was locked up, Skylar made her way around to the back of the Boathouse to find the party that everyone in town had been raving about. For a moment, she stood and watched all the different people who had already come out to socialize, drink and carry on. It looked like it would be a good turn out, and a perfect scene for a live show and just a great night of fun from what she could see. She was excited.

Parties were something Ever had always enjoyed crashing, especially the supernatural ones. Creatures like this could not help but bask in their supposed immortality. They threw money away thinking it would always be there. They could get more. They did it with people as well. What was one blood bag when there were billions more? There were the reasons Ever hunted these creatures. She would always hunt them.

Ever had stepped out of the party for a moment, her head spinning despite not having a single drop of alcohol. She couldn’t have possibly seen what she saw. There was just no way that Rae was in that building partying side by side with the rest of this town. Ever refused to believe it and yet... She took a deep breath, deciding to head back in and maybe talk to her... friend? But stopped when she caught the sight of an electric guitar. “Live music,” she said as she tripped over a rock in her way. “Whoops,” she said with a giggle. She was faking her inebriation but she had gotten so good at it that it was easy to forget it was fake. “Whatcha singing gorgeous?”

@skylielacara

[zippos-n-carebears]

Turn It Up || Ever & Eden

He was surprised when the idea of a party was brought up by Rae. Not that he wasn’t for it, but from their short time together, she seemed like she was the kind of person that preferred smaller groups of people. Nothing wild nor crazy. But once the blonde had explained that the inhabitants of the town needed a release from the recent stress, he couldn’t disagree.

Eden had already gone home, put away the steak Rae had purchased for him, put away his guitar and changed and had already made his way back. Fortunately, he had also carpooled, hauling his roommate and a very talkative witch in tow. After arriving, he had spent his time setting up entertainment, which was setting up speakers and building a playlist or two on his iPod that would last the night.

He was already drinking, something Rae was adamant on having him do to better help the mood of their little shindig. There was a small table that held a home stereo system that did NOT belong to him and connections for his iPod and the speakers. Alongside it stood an open beer and a red solo cup filled with a mixture Rae had made. From the taste of it, Eden figured it was a simple Jack and Coke, heavy on the Jack. He had been sipping it for a few minutes now, clearing favoring the beer that sat beside it as it had nothing more than a quick swig left.

Hitting play on his iPod, music begins to play throughout the speakers, which Eden sets a volume that isn’t deafening but still loud enough for those to enjoy without having to be near their little music station. He smiles, looking up. “How’s the volume?”

Ever had been at the record shop when the text came through on all their phones. It was such a strange thing, all of their phones going on at the same time. A group text from Connor telling everyone that their presence was required at the boat shed. Ever had no fucking clue what that was, but her boss had told her. And so she had decided to go. Might as well get a feel for more around the town. It would allow her to take stock of the creatures and the way they behaved. Not that she really needed that. She knew all she needed to.

She was in more of her traditional dress than normal. She wasn’t working at Vaughn’s and didn’t need to worry about appearances. Her cheery dresses were replaced with a short black skirt and fishnets. Her feet were covered by a pair of black ballet flats and her shirt was a shiny red midrift top. “Loud enough,” she said glancing over when someone spoke. Bright blue eyes circled darkly in perfectly applied black eyeliner found the boy from the park and ever cracked a slight smile. “You could go a touch louder, but it is good where it is.”

@hardly-angelic

[zippos-n-carebears]

Fresh Air || Eden & Ever

[zippos-n-carebears]

hardly-angelic:

He shrugs softly. “Same here.” The song could do with a name, but frankly, nothing was coming to him. He was sure, with each time he played it, adding or subtracting from it, a name would finally come to him as quick as a lightning strike.

He’d pull his feet toward him, his legs bending at the knees, planting his feet firm before draping his arms over their respective knee. “A lot of people here are off the wall. Brings a little character to this place.” As long as they weren’t going about, killing people with ice picks ‘off the wall’, he didn’t mind a little crazy. “I’ll look it up when I get home tonight. I’ll have to come and check it out. Always looking for some classic shit that isn’t sold in stores anymore.”

She inclined her head, agreeing with his statement. “I’ve noticed this,” she said simply. To those around her, she was simply one of the few humans living in a town of supernatural beings. She wasn’t supposed to know they exist and for intent and purpose, she didn’t. She was just a girl that accidentally got a bit too close to a few wolves with a sterling silver ring. Easy mistake. “You should,” she said with a smile. “It’s a nice little vintage place. Lenny likes the rare and collectible. She’s always complaining about having to sell shit that’s current, though I keep telling her it's pointless. Nowadays everyone just buys on iTunes or Amazon music or whatever.” Or they pirate it, but annoyingly enough that was harder now. “Well,” she said looking around. “It was nice to meet you. I’ve got to be getting to work. See ya around. If you come by the shop, I’m Ever.” She hitched up her back and headed off at a bit of a run in the direction of her job.  

*finished*