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Kimiko "Kimi" Underwood




  • Name: Kimiko Elaine Underwood

    Nickname: Kimi, Miko (rare)

    Age: 22

    Occupation: Librarian, Babysitter

    Health Ailments: Allergy to bees, anxiety, bipolar disorder

    Height: 5'5"

    Weight: 121 Lbs

    Hair Color: Dark Brown

    Eye Color: Chocolate brown, but in the sunlight a pool of honey

    Scars:
    1. Small scar underneath her chin from a skateboarding accident when she was younger.
    2. Hands are riddled with small imperfections from years of sculpting.
    Birthmark(s):
    1. Ugly, at least to her, heart-shaped blotch on her right knee. About the size of a nickel.
    Tattoo:
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  • Likes: Books, longboarding, movie nights in the park, roses, Disney movies, scary movies, orchids, bubble tea, chocolate pudding, yellow, blue, green, black, Frida Kahlo, Starry Night, serial killer documentaries, art, drive-in theatres, turtles, elephants, the library, mystery books/movies, Shrek, anime, watercolor painting, shopping, antique stores, libraries, Lady Gaga, Christmas, Thanksgiving, music (everything except whiny country), Charmed (original series).

    Dislikes: liars, cheaters, homophobes, hypocrites, jerks, overly harsh critics, hangnails, mud on her pants, getting snow in her shoes, whiny country, furries, huge chocolate chip chunks, plastic silverware, poorly made bags (they ripped open on her many times), the smell of too much perfume/cologne.

    Hobbies: Painting, Sculpting, Reading, Cooking

    Strengths: Artistic ability, Adaptability, Strong-willed, Loyalty

    Personality:
    Shy, Quiet, Artistic, Creative, Kind, Caring, Exciteable, Secretive, Thoughtful, Abrasive, Responsible
    Meet Kimiko! She is a young adult with many responsibilities that often put a strain on her life. Despite sacrificing her personal goals, Kimiko would never complain about it; that is just the way things have to be and she understands that. Having an outstanding artistic ability, Kimiko is often spending her free time creating paintings or sculpting creations of various sizes and ideas. Though when she isn't getting her art on, Kimiko can be seen either at the library or with her friends. Despite being shy and quiet, Kimiko has managed to form lasting friendships with a few people. She believes that her loyalty, kindness, and thoughtful nature has achieved her friendships that are so meaningful. Often times, Kimiko is thrilled about going on friend-dates (that is what she calls going to the movies, dinner, or anything else really with her besties), that she spends the entire day getting ready and baking goods for her friends. However, despite Kimiko's friendly nature, she can be a bit abrasive at times and heartless too. On occasions, Kimiko gets into this mood where she doesn't want anything to do with anyone. She just was her day to be over and to be curled up in bed with a nice book. Some people described her as harsh or secretive because she refuses to let people in during those times, but real friends know they just have to let her do her thing for a bit and then she'll come back to her perky self.

    History:
    Kimiko Elaine Underwood was born three months prematurely. Her parents, Ed and Mio Underwood feared their second born would not make it a week in this world, so they prepared for the family to come to visit her before she passed. However, despite the diagnosis, Kimiko survived and gained strength slowly. After nearly seven months in the hospital, Ed and Mio were able to take their child home with them. Kimiko was unlike any other child the Underwoods had, she was calm and quiet. They often had to check to make sure she was still breathing since she'd sit still for so long. Mio often described her child as "talking with angels." Her quietness seemed to follow her all throughout her life. When Kimiko turned five, she began to attend school in Rosewood (a K-8th-grade school). She often was bullied and picked on for many different things, mainly because she was too shy and quiet to speak up for herself. She was an easy target.


    It wasn't until fifth grade that Kimiko made friends, however, she was two years older than Kimiko and would soon be going to high school. Amara was kind to Kimiko and taught her how to stick up for herself, Kimiko was grateful for such a caring friend. When Kimiko entered high school, she was a little different. She was still quiet and shy around certain people, but she was also very abrasive and blunt towards others. No one seemed to bother her anymore unless they wanted a favor. Often times, Kimiko would agree to help, but other times when she said no she would receive hurtful retorts. Kimiko spent most of high school dreaming about escaping high school, but during her sophomore year of college, she wanted nothing more to be back in high school where her father taught.

    Ed Underwood was diagnosed with a stage 4 glioblastoma, a type of brain tumor that affected the spine as well as the brain. He was quickly hospitalized and passed away three weeks after his diagnosis. Kimiko became reclusive for quite some time, hating the world more than usual. It was months before Kimiko showed back up to school. It took her two best friends, Jasper and Amara, to get her out of her house and back to doing what she loved. Kimiko created a powerful piece of art for her father and ended her sophomore year of college on a high note. It would be two years later that Mio, Kimiko's mother, fell severely ill and was bedridden due to an unknown disease. Kimiko, needed to provide for her three younger siblings, quit school months before graduating and took up a full-time position at the library. Her older brother helped a lot since he was a lawyer, but Kimiko knew she had to work too and take care of the children, while he took care of their mom.

    Secrets:
    1. Kimiko has never dated someone, and since she is saving herself for someone special, she is a virgin.
    2. Kimiko smokes weed to help her through her depressive episodes. It helps her to get up and working during those weeks.
    3. Kimiko was in the middle of making one sculpture and one painting of her two best friends when she quit art school. It was going to be her final project at the school. The sculpture depicted Amara as a greek goddess, holding Kimiko's favorite flowers (orchids) in one hand and Jasper's favorite camera around her neck. The painting depicted Jasper at Kimiko's favorite spot in town, wearing the jacket she bought him as a Christmas present, surrounded by orchids and Amara's favorite pair of heels were lying near the park bench he sat on. The painting and sculpture are not finished, but the design pages for them are.

    Relationships:
    FAMILY

    Mio Underwood - 43 - Mother
    Ed Underwood - 50 - Father - deceased

    Leon Underwood - 26 - Older brother - Lawyer
    Aika Underwood - 16 - Younger sister, twin of Akari
    Akari Underwood - 16 - Younger sister, twin of Aika
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    Akari right, Aika left)
    Mikey Underwood - 6 - Younger brother

    FRIENDSHIPS

    FRENEMIES

    ROMANTIC INTEREST


    What is she struggling with?
    Kimiko is struggling with a lot of different aspects of her life. She feels like a failure for dropping out, she is struggling to make enough money to stay afloat sometimes, she is bipolar so she struggles with going from manic to depressive episodes. She has anxiety, which doesn't help anything. She really doesn't want to lose her mother and hopes the doctors can find out what is wrong and cure it.


    Is it a secret?
    Hell no! Try hiding your mother being placed into a nursing home from a tiny ass town. If you ain't telling anyone, one of the blabbers mouths at the home is! Kimiko does, however, suffer through her bipolar disorder alone. She hates bothering others with her problems.



 
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Jae Foster




  • Name: Jae Anthony Foster

    Nickname: Jae is good enough

    Age: 24

    Occupation: Lyricist and Pianist for Break the Silence, writes music for other artists too

    Health Ailments: Type 1 Diabetes, PTSD

    Height: 6'0"

    Weight: 151 Lbs

    Hair Color: Dark brown, almost black

    Eye Color: Brown

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Scars:
    1. Many tiny scars from playing soccer in his backyard as a kid.
    2. A large round scar on his left shoulder from his plane crash.
    Birthmark(s):
    1. Texas shaped blotch on his right hand.
    Tattoo:
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  • Likes: Marvel Comics/movies, tattoos, art, music, writing, guitars, pianos, drums, bass, floating the river, parties, girls, smoking weed, alcohol, Harry Potter series, Jason Voorhees, Friday the 13th movies, scary movies, Halloween, Scooby Doo, rapping, pie, hot Cheetos, buffalo wings, dancing, sushi, Chinese food, haunted house, corn mazes, taking pictures, dancing, running, family, Backstreet Boys (yeah! That's right).

    Dislikes: Clowns, dolls, broccoli, slimy things, The Nun, mosquitos, fishing, crazy fans (one tried to steal his hair once by sneak on the tour bus), school, silent movies (old school, he thinks they are creepy), poor losers, food poisoning, chocolate anus candies (you joke around once about eating the booty like groceries and BAM they are in the mail).

    Hobbies: Writing music, making sushi, seducing women, singing, playing Mortal Kombat as Jason Voorhees.

    Strengths: Good under pressure, Confidence, Observant,

    Personality:
    Flirty, Sarcastic, Romantic, Confident, Caring, Cold, Charming, Nerdy, Musically artistic, Narcassitic-ish
    Meet Jae, the lyricist and pianist (and occasional singer/rapper) for Break the Silence! Born to play on stage, Jae has always been musically talented. Skilled in five instruments (piano, bass, guitar, drums, ukulele) Jae is not short on experience. His voice, however, is what made him famous before forming Break the Silence. Jae is extremely talented and knows it, causing him to be a bit of a narcissist about things sometimes. Don't be afraid to bring him back down to earth, cause he'll appreciate it someday. Jae is a bit of a clown, as he loves to play pranks on his bandmates (he won't fuck with Meadow's shit though). Deep down Jae only wants to have fun with his friends and soak in every second before it all ends. Jae is a big nerd at heart! He loves video games and comics, and fangirls over Jason Voorhees. Despite his flirty and nerdy nature, Jae can be a bit of a douche. He tends to be cold and sarcastic when he isn't feeling a situation, or someone is annoying. Overall, however, Jae is a boy that is willing to do almost anything to make others happy.

    History:
    Jae was born in early August in a small Korean hospital; his birth mother gave him up for adoption three days after his birth. The Fosters, a kind family from England, adopted him along with three other children from around the globe. The Fosters couldn't have children of their own due to an accident Elizabeth had been in when she was young, so they set out to better the lives of four children from different parts of the world. They wanted their family to be special and diverse, and so four children around the same age came to become a family.


    Jae was raised in a posh England manor and attending boarding schools in France. During his schooling years, Jae learned French and Korean from his tutors. It was easy to tell that Jae was a music prodigy when he picked up multiple instruments and mastered them far quicker than other students, but as a child, Jae wanted to be a ballerina. He looked rather funny in his tights, but he completed nine years of ballet before realizing that he loved music much more than ballet. To this day, only his family and Adonia know he did ballet.

    When he turned 16, Jae became apart of a band called Nemesis. He was the lead singer and pianist apart of the group. The band was quite successful and went on to do two world tours, but sadly that life came to an end abruptly. In late October, the group was flying to L.A. to record a new album, and the plane crashed due to a mechanical failure. Jae was rushed to surgery as a rod about an inch wide impaled his shoulder during the collision. He survived, narrowly, and two other members walked away luckily. The group disbanded as they felt it was wrong to continue without their friends. While the others returned to England, Jae remained in L.A. as he was too scared to board a plane since developing PTSD.

    Around the age of 21, Jae met a guy named Adonis in a karaoke bar. The two drunkenly sung together and the idea of starting a band came about. It was a strange and interesting process of bringing together their friends and creating such a unique sounded band, but Jae wouldn't trade it for the world.

    Secrets:
    1. Takes Ritalin to focus on his work for many hours at a time without a break. He feels if he doesn't get songs out like a factory he is failing the band.
    2. Has PTSD from his plane crash. Adonis is the only member that knows this and constantly forces the band to take boats and buses instead of planes when they tour overseas.
    3. His pregnant girlfriend was on the plane and was killed on impact.
    4. His father serves in the British forces, currently, he is MIA.
    Relationships:
    FAMILY

    Elizabeth Foster - 49 - Adoptive Mother
    Jaxon Foster - 45 - Adoptive Father
    Lily Foster - 23 - Sister (adopted too)
    Idris Foster - 24 - Brother (adopted too)
    Sebastian Foster - 23 - Brother (adopted too)

    FRIENDS
    Adnois Frye - Best friend - Jae and Adonis co-founded Break the Silence together. They also co-write a lot of the songs.


    FRENEMIES

    ROMANTIC INTEREST

    What is he struggling with?
    Jae has an addiction to Ritalin, which with alcohol can be deadly. At first, he only took them when he felt he needed to, but now he takes them daily. It doesn't help that his PTSD at times makes him not sleep for days on end. Before boarding the tour bus, Jae received news that his father was MIA in Afganistan.


    Is it a secret?
    Ritalin is a secret from everyone, but PTSD is known only by Adnois.



 
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  • Jae Foster


    BOOM! The sound of the tour bus engine taking it's last to breathe was unpleasant, causing for Larry the bus driver to slam on the brakes. Jae, being stupid and pretending to give Adonis a lapdance, fell into the walkway and slid down towards Larry's domain. "Shit, Larry! Think you could've stopped any harder?" Jae said as he chuckled. Getting up, he rubbed his bum a bit before looking out the window. "So I guess that loud bang wasn't just God clapping about my awesome dance skills but the engine exploding?" Jae asked as he stared at the wall of smoke billowing up from the engine.

    "You're damn right, kid," Larry said as he unbuckled and hurried outside. Toolbox in hand, Larry pried open the hood and looked at the leaking oil and busted engine. "This is gonna take a fortune to fix!" Larry yelled as he kicked the bumper, which fell off. Larry stared at the bumper with his mouth wide open. He couldn't believe that just happened.

    Jae couldn't help but laugh. Was this Karma? The band had neglected to get a new bus, and now they were stuck on a small stretch of Highway just outside of Oregon. Checking his cell phone, Jae realized that he had no bars. "Does anyone's phone work?" He questioned as his bandmates abandoned the bus to come to have a look at the busted engine themselves. It was soon clear that they were too far away from any cell towers to do anything.

    Larry looked around at the group, "The nearest town is about five miles that way, we'll have to walk."

    Jae groaned and threw his head back. "This is beginning to feel like Wrong Turn movies," Jae warned. Jae had always been a horror movie buff. It was his favorite genre. His favorite slasher was Friday the 13th, just about all the movies, and his favorite villain was Jason Voorhees. He loved Jason so much that he tattooed him on his right arm. "And I am not sticking around the bus to be butchered... but if I go I can be butchered anyway," Jae mentioned as he looked desperate, "Tell my mom I love her, Larry."

    The band had grabbed some provisions before heading out, mainly their wallets, phones, and water. It was a five-mile walk on a hot highway. The evergreen trees barely provided enough shade, but at times it was a relief. "I wonder how long it'll take to get the bus fixed," Jae mentioned to Adonis after a half-hour. After an hour, the band saw a town sign. Welcome to Rosewood, population 1,200. "Wow, tiny," Jae commented, "can you smell that? I smell BBQ!" Jae said before he picked up his speed and left the group behind. Jae quickly made his way to the source of the smell. A town fair was going on and there were food booths, stalls, and trucks everywhere.

    Jae was excited, however, just before he could run to the nearest stall, a guy dressed as a clown crossed his path and shoved a flyer in his hands. "Save the town, ban the mines!" He yelled, but that wasn't the problem Jae had. It was the fact he was dressed as a clown that crept Jae out. Ever since Jae was a child, he had a fear of clowns thanks to a bad accident at a circus in England. Staring and blinking at the clown, Jae was frozen until he no longer saw the bright primary colors the clown wore. Sighing, Jae had forgotten about the food and took a look at the flyer.

    Save the town, ban the mine!
    The Rosewood mine has become unstable and needs to shut down!
    Mayor Merryweather has opted to keep the mines open despite the danger for workers.
    Join us at the town meeting tonight to discuss this issue!
    7:00 PM Town Hall

    Raising an eyebrow, Jae wondered why a mayor would keep a dangerous mine open. As he thought it over, Jae felt Adonis' hand on his shoulder. "I thought you'd have a plate of food already." Jae laughed and shook his head. Handing over the flyer, Jae looked around him. "Apparently this an awareness fair. A lot of people have these flyers and the food booths and trucks have these signs too." The band began to walk through the fair, and Jae stopped at a booth selling fried prawns. He couldn't resist and pay for two plates. He, of course, was planning on eating many more plates of food. Dipping the prawns in the secret sauce, Jae went wild. "This place is fucking lit!"

    Outfit: Click me!
    Location: Town Square Awareness Fair (HA that rhymed!)
    Mentioned: Entire band
    Interactions: Larry (NPC), Adonis, Entire band



 
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Helena


With her back against the wall, Helena Anne Marshall set on the cold concrete floor examining her leg. Her fingers traced were the arrow wounds once were; a minor stinging pain remained in the area each time Helena used the leg or touched it. She sighed as she finally gave up and her head thudded against the wall. "Please have gotten home safe," she whispered as she looked towards the ceiling, praying to whatever god would listen. She needed the pack to be safe, but most importantly she needed her nieces to be safe. She had made a promise to their father to protect them, and right now Helena felt like she had failed.

The vent inside the small darkened room opened again. A thin gas cloud seeped into the chamber causing Helena to choke until finally, it stopped. This wolfsbane gas was administered to the place every hour on the hour, Helena figured they were keeping her inhuman nature from coming out. Slowly laying down, Helena stared at the steel door as she remembered the events of yesterday.

Helena had ordered Tyson, Joanna, and Zarina to protect the others and get to safety without her. She had been shot with a silver arrow, and wolfsbane gas was spreading rapidly through the alleyway. With the other members of the pack gone, Helena thought she could fight her way out but another arrow pierced her leg, and she fell. The wolfsbane gas filled her lungs, and it wasn't before long that she fell unconscious. Waking up in this hellhole of a room, Helena tried everything to get out, and that was when the gas began to come in. Until that gas stopped coming in Helena was like an ordinary human.

As she stared at the steel door, a small slot opened up, and a man looked back at her. Pushing up off the ground, Helena watched as the door was pulled open. "Where am I?" She questioned, but got no answer. The man ordered her to come with him. "What? No!" Helena said as she backed against the wall. Her heart beat in her chest quickly as beads of sweat poured down her face. She didn't want to die, and honestly, this felt like she was a lamb being led to slaughter. The man aggressively grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room. "Fine! I can walk by myself," Helena protested as she yanked her arm away.

Helena walked down the hallways noting that there were multiple rooms just like hers. More werewolves? Helena thought to herself. The hunters had been at this for quite some time, and judging by the looks of it they never stopped. They just used the shadows more often. It wasn't long before she was placed into a small room with a shower, a dress, and a small invitation inviting her to dinner. "You've got to be kidding me." Helena scoffed at the idea of joining the hunters for dinner, but when she noticed the man was still there, she realized that it was no joke. She had to go. "Give me some space," Helena ordered. As the door shut, Helena turned the hot water on and stripped down. Her clothes fell to the floor as she stepped into the shower. Blood, dirt, and the film that built up from the wolfsbane gas washed away and was replaced by the smell of raspberries. Helena sat in the tub of the shower and let the water wash over her. It felt relaxing and she didn't want to leave. This was a little peace in this place. However, the time came and Helena needed to get dressed in the outfit they had given her. Afterward, she followed the mysterious man silently to the next location. The whole time she wanted to drive her claws into his spinal cord and escape.

To her surprise, the dining hall they had entered was antique-ish and was set for a feast. Her eyes widened when a familiar young man enters the room, beaten but cleaned up. Tyson, Helena thought to herself. Her heart began to pound again in her chest. This wasn't right. Tyson was supposed to be safe. He wasn't supposed to be here. The look of sympathy and worry was clear in Helena's eyes as she looked Tyson over. He seemed to be healing fine, but she could tell he was affected by the wolfsbane gas the same as her.

A voice pierced the silence and grabbed Helena's attention. A rather handsome face was presented to her, but still, Helena knew the devil hid just behind those eyes. She didn't trust this man or any of these hunters for that fact. She silently took her place at the table and glanced over the food. It smelled delicious and lacked the sent of poison, but still, Helena was cautious. The man still spoke and Helena listened closely when he introduced himself. Augustus Kane. Why was that name familiar? Maybe one of the henchmen (Helena's term for the dicks that roamed the halls checking in on her) said something about him? She didn't know. "Helena." As she stared at the room, food, and Augustus, Helena's eyebrow raised. "Excuse me, but why are we here?"
 

☠The Secret Circle☠



  • Do you believe in magic?

    In the small town of Ravenswood, magic isn't what it seems. It is not an illusion placed atop a Vegas stage, but it is as real as you and me; however, not many people know that. Those who speak the truth are often carried away to Raven Sanitarium. Once you go in you never come out. So, if you know about the witches of Ravenswood, it is best to keep your mouth shut! It is funny how quickly your friends and family will turn on you if they think a few nuts and bolts are loose up there.

    Thirty years ago, a fire broke out at the lighthouse. Locals described the event as though the gates of Hell opened up and destruction commenced. A teen named Drew O'Henry died in the lighthouse that night, his body was burned alive. The mystery is: what was Drew doing there? And how did he get in? See, the lighthouse is continuously locked up, but that night he still got in. His mother swore up and down that he was with his six other friends camping in the woods, but they all say he never showed up! Truth is Drew did show up; he was there camping alongside his friends when they decided to play a game of truth or dare.

    Drew was dared to break into the lighthouse, steal one item, and return to the group. When he finally got in through an open window, Drew found a young coven of witches. One panicked and set Drew ablaze. The flames coming off Drew set the Lighthouse on fire, while the coven escaped. Sickened by what they had just done, the coven disbanded and hid the Book of Shadows deep in the forest, and their family grimoires someplace on their properties. They vowed never to practice magic again and to protect their future children from the truth.

    Fast forward to the present, and during a hike in the woods, five friends of the original coven stumbled upon an abandoned house. Venturing inside they find the Book of Shadows, and accidentally unleashed their powers; however, their circle will never be complete without the sixth witch, a member of the Renaldi family. The Renaldi family left Ravenswood almost a decade ago for unexplained reasons. Nearly a year after the discovery of the book, news begins to spread around town that the Renaldi family has returned since the matriarch of their family has passed. Though as they have returned, so has a great evil. Darkness begins to affect the town, and it is up to the coven to defeat it. Will the coven convince the Renaldi witch that magic does exist? Will they survive the evil stalking them? Or will they perish to the darkness?
 
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  • Name: Karlee Leanne Renaldi

    Nickname: Kar

    Age: 22

    Sexuality: Bisexual

    Gender: Female

    Occupation: employee at Rebellious Rose Boutique

    College Major: Film and Media

    College Minor: Graphic Design

    Power: Spirit Magic - Karlee's ability allows her to see, speak, and hear ghosts. Her ability grows into her being able to manipulate spiritual energy into weapons or constructs (champions).

    Height: 5'8

    Weight: 120 Lbs

    Eye Color: Hazel brown

    Hair Color: Honey brown

    Skin Tone: Porcelain

    Scars: A few faded self-harm scars from her early teens

    Birthmarks: A small botch of darkened skin on the side of her left hip

    Piercings: Ear | Belly Button

    Tattoos: Chest |Hip

  • Personality:
    Independent & Perfectionist| Ever since Karlee was a little girl she was always a bit independent. Preferring to do things by herself and not ask for help, Karlee often got things done the way she felt it needed to be done.


    Flirty | In her teens, Karlee began to flirt a lot more with both women and men. It wasn't until her late teens that she began to seek partnership with someone instead of being friends with benefits.

    Adventurous & Outgoing | There is a slim limit to the risks Karlee is willing to take for the desired outcome. This leads Karlee to be socially confident even with older men or women. She also tends to be a bit of an authority figure since she is always willing to step up and take charge.

    Caring & Loyal & Good Listener| Karlee prides herself on being a good friend to others. Often going out of her way, Karlee will always help a friend in need. Whether it is pulling an allnighter to help finish a project or just being a there for someone to talk through their feelings, Karlee is always a good person to ask.

    Secretive & Observant| Keeping her cards close to her chest, Karlee only lets a few people in; however, Karlee loves to know everyone else's business at all times. Don't worry though, secrets are always safe with her.

    Book Worm | Since she was a child, Karlee always found peace in reading books. It was an escape from her reality, especially while she was locked away.

    Artistic | With a knack for graphic design, acting, singing, and directing, Karlee has a bright future in the film industry. However, the most beautiful pieces she has ever done, she hasn't shared with anyone. They are kept safely within the confinements of a locked sketchbook.

    Nature Lover | Karlee loves to spend time outdoors, whether it is hiking, camping, swimming, skiing just name it and she'll do it.

    Likes:
    Books | Tea | Cookies | Nature | Music | Parties | Films | Plays | Working | Animals | Flirting | Coffee | Pastries | Film festivals | Fairs | Sushi | Shopping | YouTube | Sketching/Drawing | Fancy Mugs
    Dislikes:
    Cheaters | Country Music | Seeing 'Visions' | Traitors | Her Past | Broccoli
    Secrets:
    • Karlee sees spirits and believes them to be so-called visions that are due to a mental condition that causes hallucinations.
    • Karlee doesn't want to take her medication anymore because of the hassle and the frequency of having to take them. She, however, is frightened by the visions she sees, it often causes nightmares.
    Fears:
    • That her visions will cause her to go back to a sanitarium.
    • That her mother will find out that she wants to stop taking her medication.
    • Deepwater, due to a boating accident when Karlee was sixteen (she nearly drowned).
    Friends:
    • Francesca "Frankie" Evelyn Baxter | Best Friend | Ever since Karlee and Frankie were little, they were best friends. Even when Karlee moved away the two remained close and often would facetime each other. Karlee is super excited to see her best friend again!
    Frienemies:
    • TBA
    Family:
    • David Renaldi | 49 | Father | Alive | Teacher at Ravenswood University (Science program).
    • Kristen Renaldi | 47 | Mother | Alive | New Police Chief (Old one retired, and was a friend of hers. She knows most the force from growing up).
    • Arthur Renaldi | 25 | Brother | Karlee is close to her older brother and often looks to him for advice. She may be independent, but she will always go to her brother for help if she needs it before anyone else.
    • Zoey Elizabeth Renaldi | 17 | Younger sister

    History:
    Meet Karlee Leanne Renaldi. Born on October 13th to David and Kristen Renaldi, Karlee was no ordinary child, but in fact a witch. Like most other children of the coven, Karlee has been left in the dark about her extraordinary abilities thanks to a unanimous vote cast long before her mother conceived her. Karlee and the rest of the future coven were to remain clueless to their heritage as precautions were taken to prevent their awakening. However, as Karlee grew signs of her passive abilities started to show and in a panic, Kristen and David whisked their family across the country to Los Angeles, California. Still, Karlee saw and spoke with ghosts, which caused Kristen to take drastic measures. Being dropped off at the L.A. Sanitarium, Karlee spent an entire year locked up within its walls. Day after day she was told she was crazy and that there were no ghosts, and at age twelve Karlee believed it.

    Upon release, Karlee began to take medication that her mother picked up each Saturday. Whenever the child saw a "vision" as the doctors called it, she was to take one pill. Unknown to Karlee this medication was prescribed by her mother. The capsule was full of a magical suppressant that would block Karlee's sight into the Spiritual plane. As time passed, Karlee grew to not question her medication and took it willingly. She just wanted to be normal. Attending High School, Karlee joined the School News Crew and the Drama department since she wanted to work within show business.

    After graduating High school, Karlee interned on a few shows here and there and learned the ropes; however, she still wanted to attend college for Film and Media production. When Karlee turned 19, she began school at UCLA and did quite well in her chosen degree. During her Junior year, Karlee's grandmother passed away back in Ravenswood, and the family inherited the manor. Deciding that it was finally time to return home, the Renaldi family put in their transfers and flew back to Ravenswood.

    Extra:
    • Karlee has a black cat name Kiki - She is often protective of Karlee and Arthur.
    • Karlee speaks English and French fluently. Her family is French and they often speak the language at home.
    • Karlee has a pet snake named Lue - He often likes to cuddle and play with Kiki and Karlee. He also strangely hates to hurt other animals that are alive, so Karlee has to kill his food for him.


 
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  • Name: Theodore Henry Lancaster

    Nickname: Theo

    Age: 23

    Sexuality: Heterosexual

    Gender: Male

    Occupation: Teacher's Assistant at Ravenswood University

    College Major: Journalism and History

    College Minor: English and Teaching

    Height: 6'5

    Weight: 240 Lbs

    Body Type: Atheltic, Muscular

    Eye Color: Icy Blue

    Hair Color: Dark brown w/highlights

    Skin Tone: Sand

    Scars: A few faded self-harm scars from her early teens

    Birthmarks: freckle like markings on his chest

    Piercings: None

    Tattoos: Back | Arm

  • Personality:
    Charming | Laid Back | Secretive | Blunt | Cautious | Responsible | Athletic | Passionate | Protective
    Likes: Summer, rain/storms, pancakes, football, fishing, early morning runs, soul music/classics, cult classic movies, romantic dates, sushi, cooking, Hell's Kitchen, coffee, researching, working, the gym.

    Dislikes: Being alone, the smell of lavender, pets dying in movies, food with no flavor, being sick, country music, stubbing his toe.

    Secrets:
    • Started losing time about five months ago, but blames it on insomnia.
    • Theo has a strained relationship with his father. It started when his father was locked away.
    • Who his father is.
    Fears:
    • Coulrophobia - fear of clowns
    • After waking up one morning after losing time, Theo began to be afraid of his 'episodes.'
    • Being buried alive.
    Friends:
    OPEN


    Frienemies:
    OPEN


    History:
    Theodore is the youngest son, and second oldest, to Paige and Jason Lancaster. His younger years were filled with the typical activities of a young boy. He played football on the local club team, and hang out with friends in his free time. Theo was an all-star student and athlete that made life look easy, but behind closed doors, he struggled with a not only personal issues but family as well. When Theo turned sixteen, his father was charged with murder and sentenced to life behind bars. Ever since that day, Theo swore to be nothing like his father and make his mother proud so she wouldn't think of the past.


    Theo was accepted into Ravenswood University with a full ride thanks to sports and his stellar GPA. Majoring in not one but two degrees, and minoring in two as well, Theo had his work out for him. When he wasn't studying, he was working out and training with his team. Theo's life was busy at all times. When he graduated last year, Theo decided to return to school to receive a masters in both History and Journalism.

    Extra:
    • Theo speaks English and Spanish fluently.
    • He has a loft in the town square.
    • Theo has a Chinese Tibetan mastiff named Tulip.
    • Theo drives a two-door Jeep.


 
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Helena


With promises to return home and sweet words of peace, what fool would accept the offer? The reality was, Tyson and Helena were no fools. Their loyalty to their family and even the pack in ways was stronger than most. There was no way Augustus would break them, at least Helena hoped so. For once, Helena agreed with Tyson. The younger wolf was right in telling Kane to "go fuck yourself." The corners of Helena's mouth turned up in a devilish grin.

Augustus Kane was insane if he thought that Helena would willingly give up such information about the Blood Pearl Pack. Helena Marshall had run into plenty of con-artists in the past, each being told off in different ways, but Augustus Kane was the best con-artist of them all. His silver tongue spilled inticing words laced with temptation, but Helena knew better than to trust him. The Paraxoim Order would never want peace by means of a middle ground. For thousands of years they slaughtered werewolves without a second thought, it wasn't like someone was going to grow a conscious and decide 'hey, these beasts aren't half-bad.'

Helena watched as Tyson shattered the plate and spoke his mind. She let him do so without ridicule or pushback. Tyson was a good pack member at the end of the day, even if his loyalty fell within his own family. He still was loyal, and that was more than Helena could say about some other wolves.

Helena rolled her eyes and set back in the chair. "No." She said sternly. No explanation followed. Her 'no' was solid and firm and spoke volumes for how she felt. Helena wasn't stupid, and this Augustus Kane would need to work harder than sweet talking her. Pushing her plate of food away from her, Helena was done. "Thank you for the meal, but I think I am finished eating." Helena had only eaten a few things, but now she couldn't bring herself even to nibble. These idiots thought a fancy meal was going to get them their way? Well, they could have that back because Helena didn't want anything to do with it. "Is there anything else you'd like to say because honestly, I think you're just talking out of your ass at this point, Mr. Kane."

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Two weeks ago...

It was early September when the Renaldi family returned home for the funeral of Samantha Renaldi-- the family matriarch. The drive from California to Ravenswood, Maine was tiresome and so was the funeral. Meeting new people and reconnecting with old friends was overwhelming for Kristen Renaldi. Her mother had just passed away and now she was forced to grieve in public. Kristen may have had a strained relationship with her mother, but she did love her.

Kristen sat on the steps of the Renaldi manor as she reminisced about her childhood. Thinking about the time her younger brother, Loki broke a second story window with his baseball brought feelings of warmth. Remembering the time Delilah, Kristen's older sister, got caught sneaking a boy into the house was priceless. All of Kristen's memories brought tears to her eyes as she realized they were long gone. Loki had moved out of the country, and Delilah had died many years ago. Kristen felt alone. Feeling a drop of rain on her skin, Kristen looked up at the sky as it began to downpour. Instead of running from the rain, Kristen embraced it and let herself become drenched. Kicking off her black heels, Kristen laid back onto the cement and watched as the rain came down on her.

"Honey, you might want to get out of the rain before you catch a cold," David, Kristen's husband said. Her stood against a beam on the porch. Looking down at her, he wondered how she was feeling. Since receiving the news that her mother had died, Kristen was a little off. As if she was second guessing everything in her lifetime. David was worried about her.

"Just five more minutes." Kristen thought deeply about her mother, the funeral, and returning home. What did this all mean? Karlee, Kristen's middle child, was now at more risk than ever before of finding out about her gifts. Kristen could tell that Karlee's presence in Ravenswood was beginning to set of a chain of events unknown. It was frightening for the mother.

As Kristen laid there, David came into view. Looking down upon his wife, he held out his hand and motioned for her to come inside. "I'll make you some tea." Kristen gladly took David's hand and walked with him into the house. "Go ahead and get cleaned up, tea will be waiting for you in the kitchen.

Nodding, Kristen walking up the staircase and towards the master suite. David had done a marvelous job of unpacked so far, but boxes still crowded the hallways and rooms. It was hard to determine which box had the bathroom supplies in it since Zepplin did not label as he was asked. But after many failed attempts at finding a towel, Kristen lucked out and found a Powerpuff Girl beach towel. "This'll have to do," Kristen said to herself before walking into the bathroom.

The feeling of hot water on her skin was soothing as the coldness of her fingertips and nose melted away. Lathering her hair with her favorite condition, Kristen began to hear the faint creeking of floorboards above her. "What the?" She questioned as she looked up, but the sound faded away. Could it have been a ghost? The Renaldi manor was famous for being the most haunted house in town, so this didn't surprise Kristen. However, while rinsing her hair, Kristen again heard the same sound of creeking floor boards. Shutting the water off, Kristen dried off quickly and dressed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. She ignored the fact that her hair was dripping wet, and quietly made her way up to the attic.

Looking around the dimly lit room, Kristen saw many old boxes of junk collected from along the years but no ghost. Could she just have imagined it? Refraining from digging deeper inside the attic, Kristen turned around and went to leave. Stopping just by the door, Kristen again heard the sound of creeking floorboards. "That's it." Kristen said sternly as she turned around quickly to catch whatever ghost was lurking about, but again found nothing. Sighing, Kristen was just about the leave for good when she noticed a small glimmer of light coming from the base of a wall across from her. Nearing the suspicious wall, Kristen looked at it curiously. Noticing a faint outline of a door, Kristen's eyes narrowed as her hand went to touch the wall. As suspected her hand phased through the wall, and Kristen began to wonder just what was on the other side. Taking a deep breathe and walking through the room, Kristen was shocked to see her mother.


Present day...

At Ravenswood University, Kristen Renaldi set across from her husband and two of her children, Karlee and Zepplin. Enjoying a large carmel iced coffee, she listened as Karlee spoke about moving into her dorm, Zepplin talked about getting back into school, and her husband talked about meeting his new students. Things were going well, but in the back of her mind Kristen thought of her mother. Two weeks prior, Kristen discovered that her mother had faked her own death. Believing that a dark creature was preying on the towns people, Samantha believed she would need the help of Kristen to defeat the creature, but sadly Kristen was not so trusting of her mother's word. Though, Kristen had promised to keep the despicible act of mother a secret even from her husband.

"So, who's your roommate, Karlee?" Kristen asked, taking her mind off of her mother.

Karlee shook her head. "Don't know, haven't met them yet." Karlee went on to explain that her other half of the dorm room was vacant when she moved her stuff in and began unpacking. Karlee then continued to speak about how much she liked Montgomery Hall, and the campus life so far.

"I'm just glad you like it," David said before turning his attention to his son. "How's school for you, Zepp?"

As Zepplin explained how his time was spent the morning of move in day, Kristen's phone began to ring. Looking at the phone number plaster on her screen, Kristen sighed. "I've got to take this, honey," she said, stopping Zepplin for a moment as she excused herself from the table. "Renaldi here."

A meek voice came through the phone. "Chief Renaldi? Good, I was hoping I can get you on the phone," Lilith said. Lilith was the smallest girl working to the police department. She mainly made phone calls, filed paperwork, and occasionally called police officers to get to a scene they were requested at. Still, it was strange for the chief to be called instead of a normal detective or officer. "Sorry to interrupt your lunch, but there is a crimescene that was just reported. The responding officer requested you for some reason."

"Why me?" Kristen asked, not trying to sound rude. It was just odd for an officer to request the presence of the chief at a scene.

"I'm not sure, but they said it was urgent," Lilith stated.

Kristen sighed. "Where's it at?"

"Hamilton build of Ravenswood University. Second floor, room 2039."

Hanging up the phone, Kristen returned to her family and informed them about her call. "I'm sorry, babies, but I got to go back to work," Kristen said to her children before looking at her husband. Blowing a kiss goodbye, Kristen left for the scene.

Just before reaching the scene, Kristen could smell the vicious smell of blood and burnt flesh. Covering her nose, Kristen turned into the classroom and was met with a gruesome sight. "Holy..." Kristen stopped her sentence short as she remembered she was at work. Before her was a young girl nailed to the wall. The contents of her stomach spilled out onto the floor, while strange markings had been burned into her skin. Going closer to the girl, Kristen examed the markings. Each was a different dark sigil, which caused Kristen to develop a headache.

Feeling a drop of blood land on her cheek, Kristen looked up to the ceiling. Before her stood a much larger sigil that Kristen recognized from a picture her mother took. Samantha had spotted the symbol at the lighthouse thirty-years ago and could never figure out where it had come from. "God dammit, mother," Kristen muttered as she exited the scene. Looking for the nearest officer, Kristen kindly went to him and smiled. "Call detective Han-bang and the Forensic team. I need to make a phone call."

Kristen stepped away from the scene and into an empty classroom. Pulling her phone from her pocket, Kristen dialed her mother's new number. Waiting for the her mother to pick up the phone, Kristen wondered if she was even home. 'She has to be home, right? The whole town thinks she is dead,' Kristen thought.

Soon the phone picked up and a cheery voice came through. "Krissy-bear, how are you? You find out you're mother is alive, and you don't talk to me for a week!"

"Mother, not now." Kristen rolled her eyes as she thought about the fake dramatics her mother was using. "I think you were right, I think something evil has come to Ravenswood."

Kristen could hear the chuckle on the other end of the line. "Of course, I'm right. I'm Samantha Renaldi after all."

 
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Karlee Renaldi


With her headphones in, Karlee Renaldi listened to the latest album by Billie Eilish, 'When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?' As she sang along to some of the songs, she decorated her side of the dorm room. It was simple and small, which is how Karlee preferred it since she would be spending half her time here at the dorms and the other half at the Renaldi manor. Putting the finishing touches on her room, Karlee fell back onto the bed and sighed. Ravenswood University was a major switch-up from UCLA, but it was much needed. It was only moving in day, but Karlee could just tell that this was the change she needed to make. It also helped that she had met a pretty cute guy. A small squeal came out of Karlee as she thought about the handsome man, but sadly her grin turned to a frown when she remembered that she couldn't tell anyone, including her best friend.

The ringing of her phone brought Karlee back to reality; glancing at the mobile device, Karlee saw a photo of her mother. "Hello?" Karlee wondered what her mother could be calling her for since she had just dropped Karlee off two hours prior.

"Hey, sweety. It's mom," Kristen said as if Karlee didn't already know, "Dad, Zepp, and I are meeting for lunch in the cafe, wanna join?"

Karlee hadn't realized just how hungry she was until her mother mentioned food. With a grin on her face, Karlee spoke excitedly, "of course, I'd go for a burger and fries." Hanging up the phone, Karlee hurried and changed her outfit into something more appropriate than lounging in the dorm. Taking an hour to beat her face properly, Karlee was finally ready to go. As she left her dorm, Karlee quickly walked across campus towards the cafe. Seeing how many other students were hanging out with someone, Karlee thought about her best friend Frankie. Just where was she? Pulling out her handy-dandy phone, Karlee quickly sent a text to Frankie as she entered the cafe.

~Best Fren, where are you? Wanna meet up later?~

Looking around the cafe, Karlee spotted her family at a table near the window. Hurrying over, she smiled and gave her dad a hug before sitting. "Sorry I'm late, didn't want to look like trash." She joked as she noticed her favorite kind of burger was already ordered for her. "Thanks, mom," she said as she began digging into the lava cheeseburger. Karlee's motto was always, 'the more cheese the better.' Covering her mouth as she chewed the mountain of meat and cheese, Karlee looked at her parents. "How're the new jobs going?" David and Kristen Renaldi had begun their new jobs a week ago, but Karlee hadn't bothered asking how they were before.

David was the first to answer. "Good, I met a lot of people today. Even met a nice guy from the counseling and history department. Mr. Baxter, I think his name was. Nice fellow." Karlee nearly spat out her drink when she heard the name, but played it off as the drink being swallowed wrong. "Anyway, the science department is looking great here, much better than UCLA's right now."

Kristen was next. "It's always good to be chief, but I got a stack of paperwork a mile high." Kristen groaned as she looked between her family members. "Enough about us, how are my babies doing?" She asked her grown children.

Karlee smiled. "It's great here! The dorms are cleaner and more spacious than UCLA, and besides, I'm really digging the small town vibe this place has. I forgot how much I missed being in Ravenswood." Karlee continued to speak about the dorms and those she had met the last few weeks, of course, leaving out Mr. Baxter. After finishing, she looked to her brother and raised an eyebrow. "Zepp, what's up with you?" As Zepplin began to explain his morning, their mother excused herself from the table as duty called. Karlee couldn't help but wonder just what was going on that her mother needed to be at a scene. Was it that bad?

It wasn't long before word began spreading around the campus that a murder had taken place in a nearby classroom. Twitter was littered with rumors and condolences. When her father had excused himself from the table to talk with another staff member, Karlee looked at Zepplin with a curious look in her eye. "Do you think mom had to respond to this murder?" Karlee asked as she pulled out her phone and checked Twitter. "Apparently it is in this building... wanna check it out?"

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Alone in a dark classroom, hushed whispers were shared before Kristen and her mother on the phone. The murder of a young student had occurred a few doors down, and Kristen believed that it was the work of a dark force. Had dark witches moved into Ravenswood? Or was something much bigger brewing? Kristen couldn't say for sure but felt that she may be in over her head. She hadn't practiced serious magic in years, and the last time she did someone was accidentally killed. With a sigh, Kristen hung the phone up and placed it in her back pocket.

As Kristen exited the classroom, she ran into Han-bang. "Good, you're here," Kristen greeted Han-bang before being briefed on her action plan. Han-bang was an expert in her field, but Kristen hoped that if this was a magical matter Han-bang wasn't in danger. "That sounds good, and yes Zepplin and Karlee were at the house last night with me and David," Kristen reassured Han-bang of her children's whereabouts. Karlee had spent most of the evening deciding on what she was taking to the dorm, and Zepplin was too stoned to kill anyone. David was too busy watching reruns of Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction to move from the couch with his pizza.

"Chief," A PR consultant of the department approached and pulled Kristen away. "It might be best to address what has occurred here before rumors began to twist." Kristen nodded and followed after the consultant to the press. Kristen had been in front of plenty of cameras and was used to it by now. As she approached the cameras, a grim look stood on her face as a shadowy figure came into light. The girl's spirit had finally come around and Kristen could feel her panic as she looked in disbelief of the situation unfolding. She wasn't ready to die and Kristen knew that by the scared look on her face. A part of Kristen wanted to hug her but knew that was not possible. Her heart hurt as she wondered about the phone call her mother and/or father would receive letting them know their child was murdered somewhere she was supposed to be safe.

Clearing her throat, Kristen put on her game face and stepped closer to the many mics pointed her way. "Today, the body of a young female student was discovered here in the Hamilton building of Ravenswood University. Little is currently known about her murder, but we believe that it may be cult related. We are not allowed to release the student's identity as her next of kin must still be notified first." Kristen spoke as her eyes lingered on the young girl's spirit. "We ask all students and citizens that may have any credible information regarding this horrendous event to please come by or call the Police station to give your statement. When more information comes to light, an update will be given. Detective Park has been assigned to the investigation."

Stepping away from the mic, Kristen walked towards the nearby door and slightly motioned for the girl's spirit to follow. Finding a supply closet, she stepped in and as she turned around the spirit was already there. "What is your name?" Kristen questioned.

"My name is Daisy Long. I'm dead aren't I?" The pale, almost see-through girl asked.

Kristen nodded with a grim look on her face. "Sadly yes. Do you remember anything?"

"I remember working on my summer presentation for my fashion class, and then the lights went out. I heard this growling noise or groaning, I'm not sure." The girl trailed off as she tried to recall the information correctly. "I went to turn the lights back on, but something pulled me back. I felt this pain and then my vision faded. Someone killed me?" Daisy's voice was shaking and full of fear. Kristen could tell she was wondering where she went now, but even Kristen didn't have that answer.

Before Kristen could ask anything more, the lights in the supply closet went out and shortly turned back on. Daisy was gone, and Kristen was alone once again. With a sigh, Kristen left the closet and made her way to the cafeteria once again. Once there she met with the Dean of Students. She informed him that the floor the murder occurred on would be closed until it was fully processed. She thanked him for his cooperation before leaving the campus for her office.


 
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Joanna "JJ" Marshall


With a nod, Joanna sheathed her dagger. "Works for me." Joanna was fine with staying behind and being the look out. Sure, she would've preferred going with, but it wasn't like her position was pointless. Joanna would eliminate as many hunters as she could on the outside if things went south. The only thing she was worried about now was her family. Not only would Penny and Helena be on the inside, but also Dorian, Jamie, Tyson, and Allison. She couldn't handle losing any of them to these monstrousities.

Grabbing the silver chains, Joanna felt the burning of her hands as she tied her younger sister. "Nell," Joanna said as she wrapped her sister's wrists with the chain. Joanna knew it was causing immense pain. "No matter what happens, you need to stay strong. These hunters are going to try and kill you, but you need to kill them first if it comes down to it." Finishing tying Penny up, Joanna stepped back. She couldn't help but smell burning flesh. Covering her nose, Joanna was disgusted. "Yeah, this is much more convincing." Giving a thumbs up, Joanna leaned against the truck until the others took off.

"Be careful." Watching them until they disappeared among the trees, Joanna hoped that this plan would go off without a hitch. It needed to, because even if they were able to get to Tyson and Helena that didn't mean those two could fight alongside them.

After some time passed, Joanna pushed off the truck and started making her way to the eastern side of the compound. As she walked along the unbeaten path of the forest, Joanna had the song Total Eclipse of the Heart stuck in her head. Humming her mother's favorite tune, Joanna quietly made her way to a tall tree with many thick branches and leaves.

Coming close to a clearing, Joanna saw that her family was nearly two hundred feet away from her. Still humming, but quietly, Joanna climbed the tree until she had the perfect vantage point. Sitting on a thick branch, Joanna was extremely still as she listened in on the conversation the Hunters had with Alison and Jamie. Alison was holding her own well, which wasn't a surprise to Joanna. She was a strong fighter and quick thinker. Jamie, on the other hand, was new to this world. Joanna hoped he would keep it together, and so far he was doing well. Still, Joanna could smell burnt flesh coming from Dorian and Penny; however, that wasn't the only smell in the air. Wolfsbane. This place was loaded with it that was for sure. Thinking about this fact, Joanna's heart started to race. Just what were Tyson and Helena enduring inside?

Focusing back on the conversation and occupants of the clearing, Joanna rolled her eyes at the religious quotes, Joanna couldn't believe that these idiots truly believed they were committing genocide based on Gods will. "Great Nazi ideology, ass hats," Joanna whispered.



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A dark green Jeep flew down the highway of Ravenswood county, passing farm after farm in went felt like seconds. Inside set a young male by the name of Theodore Lancaster, and his canine companion, Tulip. Music played out from the stereo system as Theo sped down the road, not paying attention to the speed limit; however, he slowed down as the broadcast was interrupted by the news of a local girls death. Daisy Long was one of Theo's friends, and she had often helped Theo with any display projects he had. He felt like a small piece of his heart had broken as he listened to the news.

Pulling to the side of the road, Theo relaxed into his seat and stared out at the empty road ahead. Tulip placed her paw on the door and accidentally rolled down the window. Taking the excellent opportunity, Tulip stuck her head out and barked at the nearby cattle. Taking his hand from the steering wheel, Theo began petting his dog as the broadcast came to an end. "You shouldn't scare the cattle like that, Tulip," Theo joked and boosted Tulip's confidence. The Mastiff was extremely sweet and often wouldn't even hurt a fly if given a chance.

Theo looked at the time on his dashboard, it was nearly six o'clock, and he was on the outskirts of town. "It looks like I'm not gonna have time to go home." A frown came to Theo's face as he looked at his outfit. He wore a pair of dark blue jeans, worker boots, a black t-shirt, and a red and black flannel. Returning from the mountains just a few hours previous was proving to be the wrong choice. He should've left that morning as his brother had. With a sigh, Theo pulled back onto the highway and made his way towards the University Rose Gardens.

The full moon had risen into the sky by the time Theo had arrived. He felt a chill in the air as he stood just outside his car with Tulip. He carefully put her leash on as to make sure not to pull her fur. "Be good while we are here, and I'll get you a treat when we get home," Theo promised. Tulip was a well trained and friendly dog, but sometimes she could be too friendly with people.

As Theo walked closer to the crowd of people, he heard the others whispering about Daisy and just how she died. Brutally murdered? Who would do such a thing? His mind was saddened with the news of how Daisy passed. And as he walked, he came to a beautifully decorated table with three books on top. It didn't take Theo long to realize it was a memory-signing book, and he wanted to put a few of his inside of one book. "May I?" He asked the gentlemen guarding the table. Taking the pen and one of the books, Theo wrote down the first memory he had of Daisy along with the last. As he wrote quietly, he could feel the man staring. It was awkward, but not unexpected. Theo looked sad, and sadness tended to attract unwanted attention in his book.

Finishing up, Theo felt the air grow colder as a familiar feeling struck him. "Daisy," He whispered to himself. Theo felt his right chest pocket become weighted and thought it to be strange. Quickly exploring the pocket and finding a note inside from Daisy, Theo raised an eyebrow. He remembered this note but didn't think he had it in his flannel still. Just before leaving, Theo thought it to be kind if he left the letter for her parents. After taping it onto the page he wrote on, Theo walked away with slight haste. He could still feel the man's eyes on him, and he wasn't fond of it.

 
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On the night of October 30th, 1997, history was made in the depths of Hell. Lord Vladimir, an evil and powerful demonic warlock, overthrew the Dark Lord of Hell. Taking his place on the throne, Vladimir preached the Enlightenment of Hell and proclaimed his teachings to be law. Any who opposed this law would be condemned to a fate worse than death. Lord Vladimir threw the Dark Lord into the depths of the Pit; however, Lord Vladimir did not stop there. With knowledge of a prophecy to end his reign, Vladimir sent out assassins to kill those who threatened his position- two children, not yet born.

Across the land, in the darkest part of Hell, was a young witch by the name Melinda. Pregnant with twins, Melinda knew not of the precious cargo she carried. She had dreamed many times that her future intertwined with the fate of Hell, but never dreamed of the life she would soon be living. As her husband, Damien crashed through the door of their tiny two-bedroom shack, Melinda was quick to understand his worry. Damien, a demon of the royal court of Hell, had heard the news that Lord Vladimir sent out assassins to murder the witch who carried twins of both demonic and magical blood. Immediately, he knew that Lord Vladimir searched for his wife. Melinda was the only witch in centuries to mate with a demon and produce two offspring. The two parents quickly packed up the small shack and were ready to leave for the human world above, but as the pair prepared to teleport out of Hell, Melinda's water broke.

Contractions quickly came on and were close together. There was little possibility Melinda could escape Hell in her current condition. She had to deliver her children there, and then worry about leaving to the human world. Labour was extremely painful as Melinda had no choice but to have a natural birth, but as time passed her, two female twins were born into the world at precisely midnight October 31st. Although it was a time of bliss for the two parents, their joy was short-lived.

An assassin broke into the shack, shooting a poison-dipped arrow that pierced Damien's heart. As Melinda watched her husband die in horror, she knew she and her newborns would also parish the same if she did not leave now. With both babes in hand, Melinda recited a teleportation spell over and over. A sea of red and black light swirled around Melinda and the children, and despite the killers best efforts, nothing could penetrate the barrier. The tiny shack in Hell began to fade away and the darken paved street of a mid-western town formed. However, knowing all too well that her freedom meant nothing, Melinda was certain that her children would not be safe with her or together.

Using her magic, Melinda located two families countries apart who were desperate for a child. Taking the first child who bore dark hair to France, Melinda placed the child on the steps of a large house. Ringing the doorbell, Melinda vanished to watch her child be taken in by another. With luck, the family accepted the child into their home and gave her the name Victoria. Taking the second child who bore white hair like her father to a small town in Ireland, Melinda again placed the child on the steps of a lovely home. Ringing the doorbell, Melinda had tears in her eyes as blood ran down her legs. Vanishing from the doorstep, Melinda again watched as her final child was taken in and given the name Zarina.

Disappearing into the woods of Ireland, Melinda swore her vengeance on Lord Vladimir. In one night, Lord Vladimir managed to make her a widow and tear her family apart.

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Twenty-Two years later...

In the middle of the woods of England, Melinda stood in a place shielded from humans and enemies called New Hell. Here every son and daughter of Hell, who opposed Lord Vladimir, lived in what seemed liked peace as they plotted to restore their home to its former glory. Melinda, leader of the Rebellion, looked over the plans notes. It was time. Tonight, exactly twenty-two years after her husband's death and the birth of her children, Melinda's plan to seek revenge and restore Hell would begin; however, even she knew that two things were missing. Victoria and Zarina.

Summoning two of her best Archdemons to a meeting in her mind, Melinda spoke softly. "It is time, boys. My children must be brought to me if we are to win this war. Leon, you are to retrieve Zarina from Ireland. Declan, Victoria is in France. Discreetly get them and take them to the rendezvous in London. I will meet you there."


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Leon stood with his back against a tall oak tree. The tattooed demon listened carefully to the words Melinda spoke inside his mind. Nodding, Leon knew what he had to do. Zarina Blood was located somewhere within Ireland, but sadly her mother could not tell him more as the family moved from the original house she dropped her child off. Thankfully, Declan was in the same boat as Leon. Victoria's family had relocated from the open farmland of France to the big city of Paris. Both Archdemons had their jobs cut out for them, that was for sure.

Pushing off from the tree, Leon focused his energy into teleporting. Thinking of Ireland and the house Melinda dropped Zarina off at, Leon moved through space until he appeared in front of the home. It looked of less value than it had twenty-two years prior, but it was still better than most homes on the block. Leon figured that if he was to find Zarina, he needed to start at the place she began life in the human world.

Walking up to the front door, Leon stuck out his right hand and knocked on the door. An elderly lady came shuffling to the door with her cane in hand. Opening it, the small woman looked up at the giant man before her. A look of fear spread across her face as she backed up a few steps.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I was looking for my cousins, the Bloods. They lived here last time I checked, but that was so long ago that I visited them. I was hoping to surprise their daughter, Zarina for her birthday tomorrow," Leon said. His ability to lie without falter was a talent useful to nearly every demon. "You wouldn't happen to know where they moved to? I'd hate to have come all this way from America not to see them."

A smile came to the older woman's face as Leon spoke. "Come." She said, motioning the man inside. It was clear she too was from America. "I hadn't expected another to come calling for the Blood family."

"Another?" Leon questioned. His brow raised as he entered the house.

The old lady shook her head as she stopped by a notepad. "Yes. A fellow about your age came calling just this morning asking about Zarina. Said he was an old flame and wished to reconnect. Said his name was Diablo, strange fellow he was."

Leon's heart sank as he heard the name. Diablo was not an old flame of Zarina's, but instead, he was a mercenary of Lord Vladimir's. Leon had run into him many times in the past, especially since Vladimir took over Hell. If Diablo was currently looking for Zarina, then that meant they knew the twins were still alive and just who they were. Leon would need to work faster than this.

"Here you go, lad." The woman said as she handed over the name of the town Zarina and her family now lived in. "I'm not sure the address, but I know they moved there."

"Thank you, ma'am," Leon said, stepping out of the home. "You've helped more than you can know." As the woman closed the door, Leon disappeared once again thanks to his teleportation abilities.

As Leon's body formed in the city of Dublin, he quickly stepped into a nearby alley. It was time he relied on a few more watchful eyes than just tracking this girl down slowly. "Come forth," Leon commanded as five shadow creatures stepped forth from the darkness of the poorly lit alleyway. Implanting the knowledge bestowed upon him from Melinda, Leon informed the creatures of their target. "We need to find her quickly, but no killing her. Only kill the one meant to assassinate her." Looking at his demonic creatures, Leon motioned four of them off into the night sky. He would cover much more ground this way, and it gave him time to send a message to Declan.

Motioning the fifth shadow creature closer, Leon whispered into its ear. "Go to Declan in Paris, and inform him that Vladimir's men are after Zarina. Most likely, Victoria too. Then return to Melinda and inform her as well." Motioning the final shadow creature off, Leon exited the alley. He too still needed to search for Zarina.

Nearly two hours later, Leon stood in front of a small Wiccan shop on the eve of Halloween. Inside stood a member of Zarina's family dead on the ground. Diablo had gotten their first. A frown came to his face as he hoped the soul would rest in peace. They didn't need to die. Over the countless years of demonic servitude, Leon learned that life was much grayer than he first thought. There was no good or evil. Every being was just there to live their life to what extent they could. Many joked that Leon was a compassionate demon, but to him, compassion only strengthened him. It made his magic stronger.

As he stood looking at the body inside, one of his shadow creatures slithered up the wall near him. "Master, we have found her." Leon took his focus off the body and towards the creature. "Where?"

Zarina Blood was at a local pub; however, she was not the only familiar person thereupon Leon's arrival. The scent of death in the air was all too familiar to Leon. Diablo was inside, waiting for his target to separate from the group. Leon sighed as he entered the establishment. At the bar of the pub was Zarina Blood. That was easy to see. She was the only person here with bright white hair. Spotting Diablo in a dark booth in the back, Leon stepped into the shadows of the pub and disappeared. Not to be seen or heard by anyone, but watching and listening to everyone.


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On the eve of her Twenty-second birthday, Victoria Night wore the most beautiful handmade off-white dress that her mother could afford. A beautiful belt fashioned from the same off-white fabric had darkened diamond-shaped designs on it. And to finish the outfit, Victoria wore white high heels. She was absolutely stunning, and nearly every eligible male wanted to date to her; however, Victoria knew they loved was based solely on appearance and she simply could not accept that. She wanted more. She needed to know that whoever she chose to be with loved her for much more than her looks. So, tonight at her birthday party, she would go alone.

Victoria had grown up in wealth and yet was unphased by it. She always felt that she was not living the life she was born to. That somehow there was a mixup at the hospital upon her birth. She found it quite funny that her mother spent her entire pregnancy indoors and no photos were taken during that time. A conspiracy theory formed inside her mind over the years: what if Elizabeth and Luke were not her parents? However, despite her wild thoughts, Victoria was always loyal to her family. Even if she was not their blood, they did raise her out of the kindness and love in their hearts. She owed them enough not to question her heritage.

Walking down the steps of the Victorian-styled
mansion, Victoria warmly greeted the party planners and their helpful staff. "Mère!" She called out to her mother as she searched the large house her and her five brothers lived in. The idea that her parents birthed five boys was miraculous, it was no wonder why her mother prayed for a girl. Finding her mother within the confinements of the large kitchen, Victoria smiled. "Making up some of the medicinal remedies for the shop, I see," Victoria said, her French accent thick like honey, "why didn't you ask me to help?" Victoria and her family spoke solely in French at home but did know English fluently for business purposes. Victoria and her mother ran Night Herbs and Medicinal Medicines, a small shop that specialized in homeopathy. It was never a dull business in Paris as many customers came to buy their product. Elizabeth always said that since Victoria began working their it was as if the product worked better than ever before. It produced quite the sum of money for the family, and Victoria was thankful to help out.

"No, tonight is your birthday party and tomorrow is your birthday," Her mother said sharply, "this weekend, you are off!" Elizabeth was stern when it came to her children's birthdays. She always wanted to make them feel special and therefore did not want them doing any chores or working. Just relaxing. "You're father should be home soon from work." Luke was a CEO at an arcitech company in town. His work made the Night family wealthy beyond reason.

Victoria shrugged and moved along. If her mother did not wish for her assistance on any of the medicines then Victoria would not bother arguing. Walking out of the house and into the backyard, Victoria starred at the woods that met the back of her home. They were beautiful. Often times Victoria would take long walks in the woods as she thought about her life. A sketchbook and pencil in her hand, Victoria walked to the pond a few miles out. There she would sit for hours and sketch the beauty of nature away from mankind. Even in the pouring rain, Victoria felt at home amongst the Earth. Before realizing it, Victoria had already made her way deep into the forest as if something was calling her there. Her heels dug deep into the Earth as she strolled along the unmarked pathways of the forest. Growing tired of the nuisance of her shoes, Victoria left them behind and walked barefoot. Her white dress dragged against the ground and quickly became dirty, but no matter how much her brain said to turn around and go back home, Victoria kept marching on.

"Come closer, pretty one," A voice whispered onto the winds. Victoria couldn't help but find the voice odd and threatening, but yet her body obeyed. What felt like a mile out from the house, her feet stopped and felt like cement blocks. Victoria tried to move by couldn't as she looked around the small clearing in the woods. Directly above her, Victoria could see the full moon between the break in the treetops. That couldn't be, she had just left the house when the sun was still out. How was the full moon already in the sky?

"Tsk, tsk tsk. Did your mother ever warned you not to come wandering into the woods?" A female voice said.

Victoria looked around as a sense of panic filled her. Her heart beat quickly against her chest as she wished she had just listened to herself and went home. The cracking sound of a tree breaking broke the silence of the woods, and Victoria's gaze snapped toward the sound. Her eyes opened in horror as she saw a figure emerge from the trunk of the tree. A woman with fair skin and long black hair stood before her, dagger in hand. Victoria couldn't remove her eyes from the glowing dagger. A part of her felt like this was the end, but another part was screaming that it was only the end if she didn't do something, but what could she do?

The woman walked closer to Victoria as the blade danced in her hand. Taking the dagger, the woman gently pulled a bead of sweat from Victoria's hairline. "It's only natural to be scared, darling." A cackle escaped the woman. "It's not every day you die." Dragging the tip of the knife across Victoria's hairline gently, blood dripped down her forehead.

Victoria winced at the pain. Tears building up in her eyes as she wanted to scream but found herself voiceless. Why was she voiceless and why could she move? Looking down at her feet, Victoria saw roots holding her down. She had to be dreaming! Roots holding her down? That was a thing, but as she tried to force her feet to move nothing happened. Her heart began to beat faster as adrenaline coursed through her veins. It was fight or flight, and Victoria wasn't really well trained in hand-to-hand combat. As she stood there in thought and fear, Victoria had forgotten all about the woman for just one moment and regretted it. The dagger pierced through her right shoulder and finally, Victoria screamed; however, what happened surprised her. The roots that held her feet let go and snapped at the foul woman. Latching on to her legs, the roots began to pull the woman underground.

"What! Stop that! I did not command you to do this!" The woman yelled in anger. Looking at Victoria she growled, "you!"

Victoria wasted no time. Taking off at a sprint, she ran in the direction of her home. As she ran, she realized she was further out than she had ever been before. Was she even sure this was the direction of her home? No, but anywhere was better than being near that psycho. Running through the woods barefoot proved the be a challenge. Stepping on twigs allowed splinters to enter her feet, causing for pain with each step she took. With her hand on her bleeding shoulder, Victoria forced herself to keep running. "Just keep going, Tori for fuck-sake!" She gritted her teeth as she worked through her pain.

The sense of fear spread over her in abundance once again as the sound of the attacker's cackle filled the area. "No. Stay the fuck away from me!" As Victoria darted through the woods, she was too focused on getting away that she forgot to check the path in front of her. Her foot slammed down on a thick piece of sharp wood and sent enormous amounts of pain up Victoria's leg. Falling to the ground with tears in her eyes, Victoria sobbed as she tried to catch her breath. This was shaping up to be the worst day of her life!


 
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The grounds of Ravenswood University was littered with both students and citizens of Ravenswood. Many were turning out for Daisy Long's wake, including the Renaldi family. Kristen hadn't planned on coming. Her day had been filled with giant stacks of paperwork, and dealing with concerned citizens; however, she believed it would raise too many questions if the chief of police didn't turn out to pay her respects to a murdered youth. She didn't want to be getting off on the wrong foot this early in the game.

Parking her SUV in the visitors parking lot, Kristen cut the engine off. Starring out the window at the passing vigil-goers, Kristen sighed. Her gaze was looking to her husband beside her. "I'm not sure if I'm ready for this," she confessed. More frightened parents and students would question whether or not the police department had any leads on the case. Sadly, she'd have to lie and reveal that they were still working on finding out anything beyond the fact it seemed cult related. Personally, Kristen knew it was much more than a little cult. It was magical.

Samantha Renaldi had made it very clear that a dark entity was stalking the town of Ravenswood. Judging by the dark symbols at the crime scene, Kristen couldn't argue with her mother. Someone had indeed sacrificed daisy Long for unknown reasons. Yes, the motherly figures of the Renaldi family knew that the symbols were evil, but they could not determine what they meant. It was magic beyond their knowledge. Samantha had promised to find out but didn't state how.

David's hand gently grabbed Kristen's as he offered a comforting smile. "I know, love, but you said yourself it was important for you to be here." David was always such a caring man. Kristen felt wrong for lying to him all these years; however, she couldn't bring herself to reveal that magical world to him. It would put him in far more danger than before. David believed the Renaldi family were Wiccans, but not that magic was real. Kristen played along with his theory since it worked to her advantage.

"You're right," Kristen mumbled and threw her head back as she sighed, "let's go." The couple got out of the SUV and made their way to the Rose Gardens of Ravenswood University.

The gardens were beautiful, even as the full moon rose in the sky. The grounds were lit up with vintage street lamps that reminded Kristen of Los Angelas. As she walked along the cobblestone pathway towards the center of the vigil, Kristen saw the pictures of Daisy Long decorate the small gazebo's poles. A large photo sat inside the gazebo surrounded by flowers of many kinds, teddy bears, and white candles.

Many others stood in small groups speaking about the situation and their memories of Miss Long. Tears fell from their eyes as sorrow filled their hearts. Kristen was empathic towards their pain. They had lost a friend, a teammate, a sister, and a daughter. If there was one thing for sure, Daisy Long had touched her fair share of souls in the community. As Kristen looked around, she noticed a few spirits had even shown up for the vigil; however, she knew they were drawn here by the mass gathering of the living. They were feeding off their energy.

Kristen soon spotted her daughter sitting on one of the many benches in the garden. She sat alone. Kristen could tell she waited for her friends, but she couldn't help but go over. "Hey, kiddo." Taking a seat by Karlee, Kristen relaxed into the metal bench. "Not that comfy," she joked. Looking at Karlee, Kristen couldn't help but wonder if this death would be effecting Karlee. "Baby?" She asked, her hand rubbed Karlee's back. "Are you taking your medication?"

"Yes, mom!" Karlee answered quickly, "why wouldn't I be?"

She had a good point. Karlee had no reason not to be taking her medications, but Kristen was still worried. It wasn't medically prescribed to Karlee, Kristen had falsified all the documents and made the medicine herself. She just wanted Karlee to have a normal life, one where the dead didn't follow her around. Kristen felt right in protecting Karlee, but knew her methods were wrong; however, there was no turning back now. She was too deep.

"Okay, baby. I was just checking."

Kristen's gaze soon looked around the crowd. She stopped on a familiar face far back from the immediate bodies. Locking eyes with him, Kristen knew that face even with age. "Ezra?" She whispered as she stood. Without saying goodbye, Kristen walked away. What was Ezra doing here? Was he the new teacher here at the school that her husband had raved about? Ezra and Kristen had an okay connection growing up. They weren't super close, but they weren't enemies either. Kristen respected him and his talent as a witch but sadly didn't believe him when it came to his theories about some sort of darkness in Ravenswood. Maybe it was because the thought frightened sixteen-year-old her, or perhaps it was because their other friends had done an excellent job of debunking his theory. Either way, Kristen now wished she had listened to him as her mother did even if it was in secret.

As she reached the spot, she had once seen him in; he was gone. "Where the?" Kristen muttered as she looked around disorientated; this was all too confusing. Was Ezra here or was her mind playing tricks on her? Could he have been a ghost? Kristen hoped not. Ezra didn't deserve to die; at least he didn't back when they were teenagers. Searching the crowd once again for him, Kristen couldn't spot him. Sighing in defeat, Kristen looked for his husband.

On the opposite side of the Garden, Weston Parker stood at a table full of memory books written for the family. A glass of poorly made punch was in his hands as he scanned the crowd. Samantha and Weston were sure that the witch or entity that murdered Daisy Long would show up to the vigil. Murderers always liked admiring their handy work. But Samantha was not certain if they would show in their own skin, so she spelled Weston's glasses to see auras. If the murderer did show up using the eyes of another, their dark aura would show.

While he watched the crowd of mourners, Weston felt the approach of Catherine Grant. Rolling his eyes, Weston turned to her with a forced smile on his face. "Good evening, Cat. I wish we were here for better matters," he said. Weston had many friends in the community, but none knew his true self besides Samantha. Why should he trust them to know such a personal thing about him? Mortals were selfish beings and never stopped asking for favors from witches. Weston wasn't interested in being a magic mule to his friends even if he cared deeply about them. It just wasn't worth the hassle.

"Yes, Weston, I wish it were too," Catherine said sorrowfully, "how are the books coming along? Mrs. Long is looking forward to reading the stories and sharing some at the funeral." A grim look was on her face as her hand traced a few of the books.

Some people wrote little, while others had written pages full of their memories with Miss Long. Some even brought pictures and pasted them into the book. Weston just watched over and insisted they didn't put anything inappropriate among the pages. They wanted to happily remember Daisy Long, not defame her name.

"They're doing well. Two books have been completed, and the third is being filled as you can see." Weston's eyes had fallen on the open book; it laid waiting for more people to finish its pages.

As he looked at the third book, a tall and athletic looking man walked up. Half of his long hair was pulled back into a bun and he wore a plain maroon t-shirt and jeans. His boots were covered in mud, and Weston could tell he had just arrived from the mountains. His giant dog set starring at Weston as her tail wagged. "May I?" The gentlemen asked and took the book and a pen. A sad look was on his face as he wrote his own memories with Miss Long down in the book. As he finished he taped a note inside the book. Placing the book back where he had gotten it, he silently walked away as his dog quickly followed him.

Something was off about the boy, and Weston couldn't tell what. He had no dark aura but didn't feel like he was completely normal. "Hmm," Weston hummed as he glanced down at the book beside him. "Theo?" He questioned as he looked up at Catherine, his eyebrow raised.

"Theodore Lancaster, one of the football players here and grad student. He was close to Daisy, she helped tutor him on occasions." Catherine confessed.

Weston couldn't help but nod at the information. Still, however, he watched as the young male faded into the crowd with his pooch following.


 
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  • BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

    Jacqueline Frost sprung up, her hand pressing the snooze button as fast as it could. 6:30 in bright red lights stared back at her. A groan of complete exhaustion escaped her. Slowly pushing herself upwards, she looked out her bedroom window. Large snowflakes floated down from the sky, sticking to the ground and the evergreen trees around her property. Another groan escaped. "I'm gonna be late!" she shrieked. Throwing the blankets off of her, Jacqueline quickly ran into her small bathroom to shower. The scent of peppermint soon filled the bathroom air as steam rose from the hot water, fogging up the mirror. Jacqueline had always enjoyed the smell of peppermint and anything else she mentally assigned to winter.

    She quickly wrapped herself in a towel and didn't bother drying her hair today. It took too long. She'd have to stick a hat on before heading out. Even then, it wasn't like the cold bothered her anyway.

    Slamming open the closet door, Jacqueline began picking out a pair of dark blue jeans, a grey sweater, a white long-sleeve t-shirt, and her trusty pair of black boots to wear. It was negative 10 degrees outside in the mountains today, and Jacqueline didn't want a cold any time soon. She needed this job more than anything. Grabbing her bag, phone, coat, and hat, Jacqueline rushed outside to her Jeep.

    Before she knew it, she was half-way to the lodge. The road was beginning to get steep and packed with snow. Jacqueline would need to remind Jimmy that the way up the mountain required plowing again.

    She was nearly a mile away when her car jolted. The tires began to spin in place as she tried rocking it back and forth. "Shit!" She bellowed as she hit the steering wheel. Today was starting to be an awful day. "Calm down...calm down, Jackie," She began talking to herself while taking deep breaths, "Everything is going to be okay." She was succeeding in calming herself down until she saw the clock. 7:10. The time seemed to smack her in the face, as she scurried out of the car. She tried pushing it a few times but gave up. Kicking the tire, Jacqueline was at her last resort: walking.

    Another forty minutes passed before Jacqueline was kicking the snow off her boots in the lodge lobby.

    "Where have you been?" A feminine voice asked quietly.

    Jacqueline turned to see Nicole there. She carried a tray of cookies and hot cocoa in her hands. Lydia was a real beauty. Her hair was fiery red, and her nose always seemed to match. She was tall and had curves all in the right places. She was kind, caring, and always seemed to go out of her way for almost everyone, especially during the holidays.

    "Oh dear," Nicole said, concerned, "you're all wet." Setting the tray down, Nicole ushered Jacqueline towards the fireplace. "What on earth happened to you?"

    "I got stuck a mile down the road. Had to walk the rest of the way."

    "Jimmy still hasn't plowed the road?" Nicole seemed shocked. She began looking around her, trying to locate Jimmy. When she did, her face seemed to turn as red as a tomato before she stormed over. "Jimmy Winslow!" She yelled. The poor kid looked over from the girl he flirted with and took off running. "Get back here!" She screamed again as she chased after him.

    Jacqueline laughed. It was never dull at Ravens Lodge.

    Huddling close to the fire, Jacqueline hoped her clothes and coat would dry soon. She had three children signed up for Ice Skating lessons that morning at the indoor rink, and she couldn't keep them waiting. Peeling off her coat and sweater, Jacqueline laid them by the fire before going in search of Nicole and Jimmy.

    She found them in the staff lounge. Nicole seemed to have given Jimmy a vicious lecture because before Jacqueline could say anything, he approached her.

    "Sorry, Jackie," he said, rubbing the back of his head, "I'll get the road plowed, and your car brought up to the lodge." He held out his hands, but Jacqueline stared at him blankly. "I need the keys...for your car."

    "Oh!" She hurried to fetch her keys from her bag. "Here you go, make sure to lock it up." She offered Jimmy a kind smile before letting him go.

    Looking at Nicole, she walked over and took a seat near the coffee machine. She could've gone for a cup of coffee, but knew that what was in the coffee machine was far from coffee. It was sludge. "It's Harry ever gonna fix this thing?" She picked up the pot and poured out the strange liquid.

    Nicole shrugged. "Maybe when it poisons someone." The two girls stared at each other before laughing. "Come on, let's get you dried up before you have to teach those kids."

    The last thing Jacqueline wanted to do was walk down the path to the rink. It was cold, and the wind had picked up. Why hadn't Harry canceled lessons for today? The visibility on the trail was already decreasing rapidly. Jacqueline hoped it would clear up soon. She didn't want to get stuck at the rink. It wasn't much warmer in there than it was outside.

    By the time Jacqueline had gotten to the rink, she had noticed her three little students shivering from the cold. "Hey, guys," Jacqueline called out, "ready for today?" The kids all stared, still shaking. "Okay, well, try and get your body warmed up by doing some laps around the rink." Jacqueline took a seat on one of the nearby benches. She quickly switched into her skates and hit the ice. Jacqueline had been a whiz on ice skates. She was great on the ice, no matter what the circumstances were. It was almost like all things cold liked her.

    Quickly rounding up the kids, Jacqueline was surprised they listened so well in the morning. "We are gonna work on skating backward today, and maybe if you're lucky, we can work on a spin?" Jacqueline smiled as the face of the children lit up with excitement and joy. "See how I'm pushing off?" Jacqueline began to push her skates the opposite way of where she was facing. "I want you to try."

    The kids seemed to take to skating backward better than they had skating normally. Jacqueline knew their motivation to get to spinning was what was making them focus, but she wasn't complaining. Killian, however, wasn't doing so hot. His knees began to wobble, and he started to lose his balance. "Woah there," Jacqueline said, coming up behind him and trying to catch him. Usually, it worked, but not this time. This time, Killian took Jacqueline down with her. Jacqueline heard a seconds worth of screaming before her head hit the ice. Hard.

    Her blackened vision soon cleared, but she wasn't at the rink anymore. Instead, she was on top of a mountain inside a tree. Looking down, she noticed her clothing at changed to a strange blue sweater and jeans. The lack of shoes was pretty weird as well, but it was the blue tint to her skin that was scaring her. Did she have hypothermia? Before she could think twice about her deduction, she heard the crunching of footsteps from below.

    "Huh?" Looking down, Jacqueline saw a man dressed in fancy clothing. His blonde hair was striking against his pale skin, but what was the most interesting fact was a tiny snowman seemed to be following him around. Jacqueline had to blink twice. Did she see this correctly? Her curiosity seemed to pull her closer as her body began to take on a life of its own. She ran through the trees as she followed them. The tiny snowman stopped and looked at the snow falling from the trees where Jacqueline once was. He shrugged and kept walking.

    "You know, Elliot." Holy shit, it talked. "I think I'm gonna go back to Allen. It's creepy in the woods today." Elliot seemed to accept the strange snowman's words and let him go. Were they friends? Jacqueline had never before seen someone have a talking snowman as a friend. Now that she thought about she never before saw a talking snowman. She watched as the small creature quickly wobbled away back down the path below. Her interest, however, was still more about the man than anything. Again, Jacqueline followed him through the trees. She was effortlessly hopping from limb to limb as if by magic. When the trees ran out, she thought she would stop, but her body had a different plan. Hopping out once more, Jacqueline seemed to levitate. "Holy..." she muttered.

    During her shock at the fact she was flying, Jacqueline had lost sight of the man. Where did he go? Jacqueline panicked and looked around. The tracks in the snow seemed to disappear. Had she just imagined all of this? Was there even a strange man and his talking snowman? As the questions rattled around her head, a strange noise came from behind Jacqueline, causing her to freeze. Slowly turning around, she came face to face with the man. He was standing on a large pile of ice and snow. Jacqueline screamed and fell the forty feet to the ground.

    "Ow," she muttered as she held her head. Her vision began to blur as she watched the pile of snow, and ice slowly disappeared. The man hurried to her, and she saw his face. This Elliot man was rather handsome, but before she could say anything, her vision turned black.

    Jacquelin shot up. Looking around, she noticed she was in a doctor's office. Had she really passed out from hitting her head? It didn't matter. At least now she knew she had been dreaming. Her skin was a normal color for her, and the clothes she wore were the same as what she put on that morning.

    A doctor came walking in, talking to Nicole with some paperwork in his hands. "Ah," he said, cutting off his conversation with Nicole, "she's awake!" He walked over, taking his stethoscope and checking her heart rate. "Hello, Ms. Frost. My name is Doctor Davis, but please call me Aureo. I'm a neurologist here at Ravenspire General Hospital. You're in the clinic here." He said, taking a seat in a chair marked staff only. "You passed out from hitting your head, and your friend here brought you in. Good news, there is no bleeding in your brain. Bad news, you have a concussion, so please take the rest of the day and just relax."

    Take the day off? That was ridiculous. She had people to teach and things to do around the lodge.

    It was as if Nicole read her mind. "Oh no," she said, "I know that face. If you're thinking of going back to work, you're dead wrong! I already informed Harry that you won't be back until two days from now. Jimmy agreed to take over your lessons. And Harry says to feel better." She sternly said. Her 'mama bear' eyes bore deep in Jacqueline's soul. There was no way she was sitting foot on Ravens Lodge property without getting told to go home from Nicole.

    "Fine," Jacqueline said, defeated. She tried to glare at Nicole, but her stomach growling broke her concentration. With all the excitement going on, Jacqueline had forgotten to eat. Again, her stomach growled. "But what about my car?"

    "No driving. Nicole here said she'd drive you around."

    Nicole smiled. "I took the rest of the day off. Besides, Harry could get used to interacting with his clients anyway. As for your car, I borrowed it to drive you here. Mines low on gas."

    "Well, in that case," Jacqueline got off the table, "Let's go get something to eat... and maybe a cup of coffee."

    Fire and Ice Cafe wasn't too far away. It was located near the heart of the business district of Ravenspire. It had some of the best coffee in town and the best cinnamon rolls. As Jacqueline stood in line, she fiddled with her beanie. She was adjusting it again and again as if it was discomforting on her head. Finally, she just took it off and stuffed it in her pocket. Her naturally white hair was slightly messy from her wearing her hat most of the day. She tried fixing the frizz by running her hands through her hair a few times. It somewhat worked. It wasn't frizzy anymore, but it did have a little more volume than usual.

    Jacqueline ordered a vanilla peppermint mocha and a cinnamon roll before taking a seat at one of the many tables. Many businesswomen and men worked around them. They either tapped on a laptop, made phone calls, or talked with other business people. Feeling out of place as Nicole was in the bathroom, Jacqueline grabbed the newspaper from the empty table near her. On the front page was an extensive article about the Ravenspire murders. "Murders?" She questioned. Jacqueline hadn't heard about any deaths, but then again, she never read the newspaper or watched the news.

    The Ravenspire murderer had claimed the lives of five people so far. Each killed by having their throats slit while their hands and feet were bound. Strange, Jacqueline thought. The police had no leads or witnesses. It was all scary to think about. A killer was running around Ravenspire, and nobody knew anything about them or who they were going to kill next. Jacqueline rubbed her neck before putting the newspaper down.

    "Jackie!" The barista called.

    Her order was ready, thankfully. Any longer, and Jacqueline was going to faint from starvation. Running up to grab her goodies, Jackie was in a hurry and didn't notice the man staring at her. "Thanks," she said with a smile. The barista nodded. With coffee and roll in hand, Jacqueline turned around and came close to a familiar face. Her eyes widen in shock, and she almost spilled her coffee.

    Elliot.


  • Beau O'Hara seemed to live at the library. Working day in and day out, Beau loved it there. It was truly his happy place. His nose was always in a book, while he effortlessly did other tasks. There was always new and exciting adventures to go on with each new book. However, he was beginning to run out of books to read. His adventures were coming to a close. Beau either had to find some excitement on his own, or order new books. The latter option seemed more reasonable. It wasn't like Beau didn't want to go on a journey of his own. He knew there wasn't much to do in Ravenspire that suited his interest.

    He had tried going to the bars once, but after meeting a rather rude woman named Gabrielle, he decided it wasn't for him. Besides, Gabrielle seemed to stalk him whenever he went out. His friends insisted that she was determined to be with him. Beau couldn't see it ever happening because Gabrielle was obnoxious to him. She was the same basic girl, like all the rest. She was getting drunk on the weekends, spending days slaving away at the nearest boutiques in the mall, spending all their money on makeup and clothes. Gabrielle wasn't Beau type. Not that Beau even had a type.

    In the years since high school, Beau had only dated two people. Both turned out to be horrible matches, and he insisted on being on his own. It wasn't like man, but Beau wanted romance and something exciting to happen. He wanted to journey of his own.

    Looking up from his book as the phone rang, Beau quickly picked up. "Ravenspire public library, how may I help you?" His voice was rather deep but rich at the same time. One could tell he held a certain level of confidence that commanded respect.

    "Hey, baby. It's mama," Mary O'Hara said through the phone. "Could you possibly pick me up a new spark plug, and swing it by my house before going home? Please?"

    Beau sighed and agreed. His mother was a robotics engineer. She worked on building inventions and fixing other people's machines to earn ends meet. Beau tried to help her any way he could. If that meant having to pick up a spark plug now and then, Beau would do it in a heartbeat. His mother was highly important to him. Some would tease that Beau was a mama's boy, but that wasn't it. After Beau's father passed away, it was hard on his mother. Mary had become distant and obsessed with her work. She wasn't happy unless working on a machine, and Beau wanted to make sure she stayed pleased because the alternative was losing another parent.

    Making a mental note to stop by the general store before going to his mother's house, Beau began reading once more. His eyes only taking a break when someone had a question or wished to check out a book. Beau's eyes quickly scanned the words on the page, and it seemed like hours before another person came through the doors of the library. This person, however, was different than all the rest. She appeared in a hurry. Beau closed his book and set it down. "Can I help you?"

    The woman seemed to be looked for books on memory loss and lycanthropy or anything remotely like that. Beau directed her to the south side of the library. It would contain anything she was needed. As she left the front desk, Beau went back to reading, but something didn't feel right. He couldn't focus on reading. His mind kept replaying the woman's actions in his head over and over again. Finally, he set the book down and walked to the southern section of the library.

    There she stood looking for her desired books while Beau watched. "Do you need some help?"

  • The morning of November 5th was cold. A blizzard from the northern mountain was working its way into town. Usually, Michael wouldn't be caught dead flying in a snowstorm like this, but the station had gotten a rescue call. A car had gone off the cliff in the mountains. The boy operating the vehicle had fallen unconscious after hitting his head. His mother was in the passenger seat and was panicking while on the phone with the dispatcher. She kept screaming about the fact the mountain roads hadn't been plowed yet, and her son insisted he could drive through the few feet of snow. Sadly, he had been wrong, but people like him was what made Michael's job interesting.
    Being a helicopter rescue pilot gave Michael an adrenaline rush. Most things that involved flying did. Ever since he could remember, Michael had been meant to pilot an aircraft. He felt like it was in his blood or something. Flying made him feel at home.

    The helicopter, packed with three of the best rescuers Michael knew, flew up the mountain as they scanned the eastern road for the vehicle. After a few minutes, Will spotted it. The car was dangerously close to a cliff cut off. If it slid any more, it would drop about a hundred feet to the ground. "Hang on!" Michael yelled. Taking the helicopter down carefully, Michael made sure not to hit any trees. Leveling the helicopter, Michael gave his colleagues a thumbs up. It was ready to support them as they got the family out of the car.

    It was a fast and easy rescue for him. Not so much for his teammates. They struggled a bit getting the mother and son out, but did so promptly. The car was beginning to slip, and as they began rising to the cabin of the helicopter, it fell from the slope it sat on.

    "Oh, thank the heavens!" She hollered as she tightly hugged Will. She was not letting him go as she sat in the cabin.

    "You can let go now, ma'am," Will insisted.

    Michael laughed. "Oh, come on, Will. Comfort her." Michael looked over his shoulder at Will. He was blushing from embarrassment, which caused Michael to laugh even harder. "It's okay, man. You saved a life today." Michael's words seemed to make the woman hug Will even tighter.

    The ride home was simple. Michael landed on the helicopter pad at the Ravenspire General Hospital. The woman and her son were escorted inside to the ER by Will and a couple of physician assistants. Michael didn't hesitate to get out of there. His shift was almost done anyway.

    He landed his helicopter at the airstrip near the firehouse and crisis rescuers unit. He shut the big piece of machinery off and did his maintenance check before going inside. It was much warmer inside the locker room compared to his helicopter. It was much emptier than usual in the locker room today. Was everyone off doing a job? Michael raised an eyebrow, but a moment later shrugged. It was none of his business. He would get a call if he were needed.

    Opening his locker, Michael noticed an envelope fell out. "What the?" He looked confused. Bending down, Michael picked up the letter slowly and examined it. There was nothing handwritten on the envelope. It was all typed out in blocky letters. "Who the hell?" Michael looked around him quickly, but the locker room was the same as it was moments ago. Empty.

    Without hesitation, Michael ripped open the cleanly white envelope and read the letter inside.

    Michael

    It has become apparent to me that you could be of use, and I can be of use to you. Your memories have been a little foggy, hasn't it? I can help you with that, but first, I need you to do me a favor. Go to Lincoln's Park. Find a woman with white hair. You'll know her when you see her. She'll be looking for you too, so don't worry. I'll contact you there. Do NOT disobey me, Michael. I can and will make your life a living hell before killing you if you don't do what I say. Don't bother contacting the police or anyone regarding this. I'm watching you. Always!!


    The letter was unsigned but completed its purpose. Michael was uneasy. Again, he looked around for anyone being there. How could someone know that Michael wasn't able to remember significant parts of his past? He never talked to anyone about it. And who was the person sending the note? There were no clues to point to who was responsible. He sighed. If he wanted to know more, he'd have to go to Lincoln's Park and meet this mystery girl the note mentioned.

    Slamming his locker shut, after taking a shower and changing, Michael made his way to Lincoln's Park. He parked his truck in the small parking lot by the entrance to the park. Getting out, Michael put his coat and gloves on and began wandering around. It didn't take long to find a girl with white hair, especially since they spotted each other at the same time. Despite being told to meet, the silence between them was deadly. Michael didn't want to share anything about why he was there, and she seemed to be doing the same. Michael couldn't help but wonder, was she having trouble with her memory too?

    Before he could say something, a payphone began ringing. It was clear it was for them. Michael walked over and picked it up. "Hello?" His breath was easily seen in the air. He held the phone a little away from his ear so she could hear.

    "Zarina go over to the stone bench. Beneath it is a brown bag. Grab it and bring it back to the phone." The voice on the other end was disorientated and Michael couldn't figure out it was a man or woman. Whoever this was didn't want them to know their identity. When Zarina returned, Michael looked back at the phone.

    "She has it."

    "Good." The voice said. "Pull the items out both of you."

    Michael pulled out a small instrument of a flute pipe. It was the only thing he had that he knew was from his parents. It was the only thing he knew about his parents. It was all hazy and blacked out it seemed like. His past was a mystery to him. Zarina seemed to pull out an item that was close to her as well, judging from the expression on her face.

    "See how easy it is for me to get inside the places you lock up so tightly. There's one more item in the bag. Grab it, Michael."

    Fear started spreading through Michael. Whoever this was broke into Michael's home, and disarmed his security system. Michael sighed and stuck his hand in the bag. Pulling out today's newspaper. He noticed red lettering on the front. "Surprise?" He questioned the meaning of the word. Why was it there? Looking closer at the paper, he realized it was blood dried into the paper.

    "Read the article."

    Michael's eyes scanned the paper quickly. Mumbled the words allowed. He froze when he saw the name Suze Dupan-Chang. She was a woman that Michael often had an affair with. According to the paper, she was murdered last night. Another person had been murdered as well, but Michael didn't know who it was.

    "Surprise!" The voice called out. "They weren't good people. A married woman having an affair, and a troubled man with alcohol issues. They shouldn't be missed...much." A laugh came through the phone.

    Michael realized just who they were dealing with. The serial killer that had been running around the last few months.

    "Why the gloomy looks on your faces. Be happy. This is only the beginning! See I had to kill them and steal your stuff. I needed you to know how vulnerable you both are. One foot out of line and I could easily dispose of you." The voice warned. "Now, lose the attitudes I know you both are getting and hear me out. I can give you are memories back! But not before you help me."

    The phone went silent for a good minute. "Hello?" Michael said.

    "Get to know each other. I'll contact you both soon." The line soon went dead after that.
 
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  • Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried choking back soft sobs. Sliding down the bathroom wall, Phoebe Norwood watched as the door shook violently. Her cries grew louder as the pounding of the door grew in intensity. "Go away," she begged her voice, barely a whisper. Bringing her knees to her chest, she tried focusing on something else. Finally, the banging stopped. Looking up, Phoebe tried to catch her breath. Wiping away the tears, Phoebe slowly stood up. Was he gone? No.

    "Just let me in, Phoebe," his words were laced with venom, "I said I was sorry."

    Again tears fell from the brunette's eyes as she shook her head. Her hand went to the knob, but another vicious hit came to the door. "LET ME IN!" The words were louder and full of animalistic anger. It became clear to Phoebe that she wasn't getting out without a fight, but she had to try. Looking around, Phoebe saw the narrow window in the shower. If she tried hard enough, she would fit through it and at least be on the roof.

    More savage blows to the door startled her. Phoebe needed to hurry.

    Slamming the window open, Phoebe prayed that her idea would work. That door could only take so much, and Ryan's blows were becoming worse. His beast was beginning to take over. Fitting her top half through, Phoebe realized that her bottom half was too large to fit. Her cries escalated to screams. Partially shifting, Phoebe pulled herself through. Painful moans escaped her.

    Just as Phoebe freed herself from the window, Ryan broke the door open. "Phoebe!" Scrambling to her feet, Phoebe ran across the roof to the lowest part. The window behind her shattered by another one of Ryan's violent blows. She flinched as she looked back. Seeing Ryan's handsome's features distorted into such rage was horrifying. He was no longer the man she loved. As he came out onto the roof, Phoebe panicked and jumped.

    Hitting the ground one story below, Phoebe hit the ground hard, causing severe pain. Trying to breathe, Phoebe couldn't. Her gaze fell on the roof above her and saw the absence of Ryan. Pushing herself to her feet despite her body yelling for her to stop, Phoebe ran.

    Her bare feet slapped against the pavement of the street as she ran the miles to the one place she knew was safe: Her brother's home.

    Rain began to pour down as she approached the gated home. Phoebe quickly buzzed the intercom. A familiar voice came through asking who it was. "Kristian! It's me...please... let me in." Her words came out between deep sobs.

    It took a moment, but the gates to the packhouse opened. Walking up to the long narrow driveway, Phoebe held herself as she shivered. Her nightgown was covered in dirt and soaked from the rain. The locks of her hair stuck to the sides of her face as the makeup she wore earlier stained on her cheeks.

    Approaching the front door, Phoebe saw her brother and ran to him.


  • A storm was brewing outside tonight, and the weather girl on TV insisted people stay indoors. Ezra Norwood stood inside his home's study, watching as the rain poured down. In his hand were the pieces of a stress ball. This week was becoming incredibly stressful.

    His sexual desires were heightening in preparation for the haze, which never happened to him. There was only one explanation for the sudden change: it was time to find his eternal mate. Ezra had not been looking for such a girl, but now it was dire it did. The strength of his pack depended on it. He needed to find her.

    "
    Think you've gone through enough stress balls?" The familiar voice of Constance Abernathy broke the Alpha's focus. Constance is the alpha of the Stone Falls pack.

    Ezra looked over his shoulder slowly at Constance. His eyes narrowed as the two alpha's made eye contact. It was highly dangerous for anyone to make direct eye contact with any alpha, as it was a definite challenge of their authority. Ezra's eyes softened as he sighed.

    "That bad, huh?" Constance asked as her tall figure walked further into the room. She took a seat in Ezra's desk chair, putting her large boots up onto the desk. "You need to find yourself a mate, Ez, before another alpha gets wind that you've entered the critical stage."

    Constance was right. Ezra needed to find her before he started becoming weaker. The other big packs would begin to take notice of his lessening strength and move in for the kill. Onyx Moon seemed to be the world's number one most prominent threat. Every other big pack looked to destroy Ezra and his pack, especially Silver Bane.

    "It's not that easy, Constance," Ezra growled. "You know better than anyone that I can't just bed anyone."

    "Yeah, but you need to do something. My pack is geared up for war, and I can bet neither is yours with you in this state." Again Constance was right.

    Ezra was beginning to regret forming a friendship with another alpha. She was rather annoying. "Is this all you came here for, Constance?"

    "No. I brought you a gift." Pulling out and brown paper bag, Constance left it on the desk. Standing, she walked to the door. Looking at Ezra, she laughed and left.

    Walking to the bag, Ezra put down the broken stress ball and peered into the bag. "Constance!" He yelled in frustration. Staring back at him was a bag full of condoms. Constance was the biggest smart-ass Ezra knew, although she did prove herself useful at times.

    As Ezra stood next to his desk, the faint scent of waterlilies and honey caught his attention. Phoebe? He thought to himself as he left for the front door. There he met Kristian, his beta. Opening the door, Ezra stepped out onto the porch overlooking his long and narrow driveway. The tiny and shivering body was his little sister came walking up to his house. She wore nothing but a short nightgown in this weather. "Get some blankets, Kristian," Ezra ordered.

    As the two siblings made eye contact, Phoebe ran to Ezra and cried into his chest. Ezra was confused, but he could smell her fear and sadness; it enraged him. "What happened?" His words were sharp like daggers as he walked his sister inside. No words escaped his sister. "How did you get here?"

    "I ran." Her voice shook as she spoke. She needed to warm up.

    Another wave of anger washed over Ezra. Where was Ryan? Wait, was she running away from Ryan? There were so many questions that Ezra had, but he had the feeling his sister wasn't willing to talk yet. He sighed. "Go take a hot shower. I think there are some clothes still in your old room," Ezra sternly said.

    As Phoebe walked away to warm herself up, Ezra turned to Kristian. "Find out what happened." Ezra's eyes glowed golden for a second. His anger was getting the best of him. "I'm gonna get me a drink." He said.

    Walking into the parlor room, Ezra poured himself a drink before sitting down in a chair near the fireplace. The room was as silent as the grave while he sat there, staring at the flames that flickered back and forth. His anger was slowly faded with each sip he took. Nearly an hour passed before Ezra stood and went into the kitchen. As he stood there snacking on fruit, he heard the faint whispers of maids nearby. Quietly walking closer to the room, he heard them better.

    "Yeah, she just came in dressed in a sleeping gown. It was soaked completely through. You could practically see her nipples." One maid said.

    "Disgusting. I bet Ryan kicked her out of the house," another maid said.

    "It wouldn't surprise me. They weren't mated."

    The anger once again returned to Ezra. Clearing his throat, Ezra stepped inside the pantry room, the two maids used for gossip hour. "Is that right?" His words were like venom as he spoke.

    "Mr. Norwood! W-we didn't mean to upset you."

    Ezra's eyes narrowed. "You both are FIRED!" He bellowed. The house seemed to shake slightly as his voice traveled through it. The two maids scurried off and disappeared out the front door. His sister was an emotional mess, and now Ezra would need to find two new maids. He growled in annoyance. His 'to-do' list was growing more and more by the second.

    Phoebe came running into the kitchen. "What's wrong?" She asked, panicked from her brother's yelling.

    "Do you want coffee?" Ezra asked.

    ~~~
    Phoebe wanted coffee, but she didn't want to get it...typical. So, Ezra rode alone in his car to the only coffee shop that stayed open late. In his passenger seat sat a stack of flyers that Natalie, a member on his council, made for him. They were basic help wanted flyers, but it contained the symbol of Onyx Moon. By tomorrow Ezra would have a large stack of resumes and be holding interviews with those that seem competent.

    The tiny coffee house was in the heart of town. It was dimly lit and relaxing in comparison with the big and bustling coffee shops his sister normal would drag him too. Why had she been coming here? As he walked through the door, he understood. There behind the counter was a chipper blonde that Ezra could never mistake. Laura.

    Laura was Phoebe's best friend since they were children. Ezra, however, was surprised to see the blonde working at such a place. Usually, she worked at high-end law firms as a secretary. "I didn't know you started working here," Ezra said, looking around the place.

    Laura shrugged. "I bought the place. Thought it was time I opened my own business instead of working for sleazy lawyers." She did have a point. "What can I get for you, Mr. Norwood."

    Ezra looked at the menu and frowned. "Give me three of whatever Phoebe normally drinks."

    "You got it, boss." She said, fake saluting. "Anything else for you?" She pointed towards the stack of flyers in Ezra's hands.

    "Oh, yeah... Can you hang one of these up? And maybe pass some out?" He said with a devilishly handsome grin. The fewer flyers he had to give out himself, the better. Normally an alpha wouldn't do such a job, but Ezra had sent everyone home besides Kristian and Phoebe. It didn't have many options left if he wanted a replacement maid in the next two days.

    "Sure." Half the stack was now gone, and Ezra was that much closer to going home. "I'll be right back with the coffee, go ahead and take a seat."

    Ezra nodded and turned to find a seat, but most were taken by college students doing a trivia night. Choosing to stand instead of inching his way through the crowd, Ezra stood by the counter. As he waited for the coffees, he received a text from Ryan that infuriated him.

    She better not be with you.

    Without thinking, Ezra crushed his phone. What say did Ryan have over an alpha? The man had a death wish. A low growl escaped him as Laura called his name. Paying for the coffee, Ezra turned to leave and immediately bumped into a woman with white hair. "Fuck," he hissed. The coffee was fine, but the flyers now littered the floor.

    Taking a few deep breaths, Ezra looked at the woman. He had never seen her around town before. "I'm sorry," he said through gritted teeth. Laura quickly came around the counter and began picking up the pieces of paper. "Thanks, Laura," Ezra said, slightly calming down.

    The girl with white hair seemed to pick up a flyer and looked it over. Her words piqued his interest. "Just come by the packhouse tomorrow around noon for an interview." He said.

    Laura looked at Ezra but made sure not to make direct eye contact after finishing picking up the papers. "I can hand these all out, Mr. Norwood. Don't worry about it."

    "Thanks again, Laura," Ezra said. Leaving the coffee shop, Ezra went outside to his car.
 
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CONNIE

AGE : 38

CIS-FEMALE
SHE/HER
THE 3rd WITCH
Constance Olivia Labelle

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUALITY: Pansexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
D.O.B.: April 9
PLACE OF BIRTH: Sinaia, Romania

HEIGHT: 5’8
EYE COLOR: Dark Brown
HAIR COLOR: Raven Black
SKIN DETAILS: Faint Freckles across her cheeks
BUILD: Slim
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: Sharp cheekbones, and piercing eyes.
HEALTH CONDITIONS: Depression

PERSONALITY:
Reserved | Confident | Observant | Quiet | Opinionated | Blunt | Honest | Wise | Independent | Patient | Understanding | Helpful

STRENGTHS:
Tarot Card Reading | Magic | Tea Leaf Reading | Seances |Baking | Demonology | Gardening

WEAKNESSES:
Her Past (she despises talking about it) | Her family | Her willingness to help others (she tries not to, but Constance will always want to help others even when they don’t deserve it) | Her grudges towards 90% of the village | Trust Issues (she trusted the people of this godforsaken town once, and where did it get her)

BRIEF HISTORY:
Constance grew up in the snowy town of Sinaia, Romania. Her talents in the darker side of magic stems from a long line of witches with the gift to contact the dead. So, Constance grew up without fearing death, her abilities, or the creatures that go bump in the night. She found peace amongst the darkness and home amongst the dead. Eventually, Constance’s abilities were noticed by Lord Albescu, and she was offered an opportunity to be a live-in witch for his family. Excited to be able to openly practice her gifts, and help others along the way, Constance happily accepted the life that Lord Albescu offered. But alas, dreams never truly come true, at least not for Constance.
The life she led within the castle walls was similar to a prisoner. Unable to venture out without permission, unable to lend a magical hand to anyone but the main family, and unable to properly communicate with her family were some of the conditions set upon her. It was restrictive, to say the least, which ultimately saddened her to a depressive state. Though, she at least believed that her work mattered enough to continue without complaint.
When she received the horrific vision of the Lord’s favorite daughter tragically dying, Constance was determined to try and change fate. Immediately alerting her Lord of her vision, Constance was prepared to do everything in her power to assist in protecting Lady Isabelle, but her warning was met with anger and dismissal. Thrown out on the street; Constance grew a deep resentment towards Lord Albescu and his family. And seeing how the villagers shunned her as well, Constance settled into a life where only the dead seemed to talk to her.
Never fear the darkness

It's the light that hides the most monsters
code by MaryGold


ELIZA

AGE : 29

CIS-FEMALE
SHE/HER
THE WRITER
Eden Elizabeth Farley

NICKNAME: Eliza, but prefers just to be called Eden
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic
SEXUALITY: Bisexual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
GENDER + PRONOUNS: Cis-female She/Her
D.O.B.: November 22
PLACE OF BIRTH: Wismar, Germany
ROLE: The Writer

HEIGHT: 5’6
EYE COLOR: Icy blue
HAIR COLOR: Dirty Blonde
SKIN DETAILS: N/A
BUILD: Slim
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES: N/A
HEALTH CONDITIONS: High functioning anxiety

PERSONALITY:
Headstrong |Inquisitive | Witty | Kind | Observant | Creative | Adventurous | Stubborn| Cautious at times |Thoughtful | Outspoken | Trustworthy | Confident | Bookish

STRENGTHS:
Writing | Reading | A bit of a sleuth | Good at reading body language and tones | Remembering even the tiniest of details | Trustworthy | Protective of those she considers a friend

WEAKNESSES:
Absolutely NOT athletic | Trust issues (she tends to wait to trust people until after they’ve truly earned it)|Tends to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong |Curiosity can get the best of her

BRIEF HISTORY
Eden Elizabeth Farley was born in Wismar, Germany. Her mother, a native German, had married an Irish journalist, later birthing seven children. Eden, being one of two girls born to the couple, learned how to hold her own against her brothers, growing up to be a bit of a tomboy. Often spending time chasing after her brothers and going on silly adventures. It was during this time that Eden fell in love with creating stories.
Eventually, Eden approached her father with her desire to formally create stories. At first, her father was hesitant on teaching Eden to write properly, after all, she was requesting to go into a male-dominated profession; however, after reviewing his child’s initial drafts of a story, he agreed.
Eden went on to learn everything she could about writing, and by the age of 28, she had produced ten best-selling novels. Looking for inspiration for her next big story, Eden has traveled to Montresta, Italy, a small village rumored to have many adventures and secrets awaiting her.

Only those who risk going too far can possibly find out how far they can go
code by MaryGold