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Fall had finally come to the town of Willowdale, Pennsylvania. The forests that surrounded the secluded town were gradually changing to vivid oranges and quaint browns. Only a sprinkling of green remained among the leaves. The town was getting ready to host their annual fall festival and decorations littered storefronts and yards. It was a bigger holiday than Christmas to the residents.

Two such residents had just passed one another on those decorated streets; one a rising detective with the local police and the other a mousy librarian. They didn't acknowledge each other though both had suspicions about their hidden nature. Both arrived at their respective jobs in the quaint town where everyone had secrets. Everyone had ulterior motives.

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Jo Becket, head librarian and respected member of the community unlocked the library doors, ready to begin her day. She expected boredom and monotony, things that made her feel safe but not quite content with the direction of her life. The librarian had an unfulfilled desire to engage in dangerous, thrilling activities. It wasn't enough to run in the forest with no-one but her pack. She wanted to be chased by something.

As it turns out she wouldn't be chased by anything, at least not today. She settled herself in the main office with her coffee and waited on her patrons to filter in and read about adventures she would never have.

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Theo arrived in the small police department right on time to a stack of cases to look over. He was likely the most punctual person one could ever meet. The police chief was happy that Theo arrived when he did. He was up to his neck in investigations about missing people and Theo swooped in. It was a case that he had still been working on since he had arrived, at least privately.

The official case had been chalked up as nothing more than an animal attack, though the pattern and bodies didn't indicate that at all. It was almost as if the town was eager to sweep it under the rug. Which he found suspicious.​
 
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Emmaline G. Becket
Emma shook off her fur before she began the run back to her house. Patrol had gone off without a hitch, much to her relief. She didn’t mind boring days like this, especially when she could enjoy the beautiful weather. This was her favorite time to patrol, early in the morning. The forest was quiet as its inhabitants were sleeping and she was left to her own thoughts while she did her circit. Leaves crunched under her light grey paws with every step, blending with the crisp autumn air to create the perfect atmosphere for running. Her lungs were filled with a familiar burn as she pushed herself just a little bit harder. In the distance she saw her house begin to appear, prompting her to slow down to a trot. Once she was at the very edge of the woods, she came to a stop and pawed at a stache of clothing she kept underneath one of the oak trees that lined her backyard.

A pressure pushed against her chest as she transformed back into the twenty-one year old girl that she usually was. She quickly tugged on the loose pair of shorts and thick hoodie, letting her thick dark locks fall down her back freely. Humming lightly to herself, she pulled back the thick sliding door and stepped into the kitchen where her brothers were currently eating a hearty breakfast of eggs, bacon and pancakes. Demetrius looked to be about to leave for his own patrol while Rhett and Grayson dug into their food without a care in the world. The combination of the money that their father sent to them and the salary they made from being warriors for their pack often went toward keeping their cupboard’s fully stocked.

“It’s quiet out there today.” Emma said as she stole a pancake from Rhett’s ridiculously high stack. Her brother scowled and leaned protectively over the remaining food on his plate. She grinned at him before taking a bite of the pancake and turning back to Demetrius.

“Why don’t you move out already?” Rhett complained, pointing a fork at her.

“Where else am I going to get someone to cook for me?” She retorted, grabbing a plate and putting two pancakes onto it. The plate was more for show as she just picked up the pancakes and ate them plainly.

“I mean that Quincy kid is a cook.” Grayson said, face hidden behind the current book that he was engrossed with. He looked at her over the book for a second, golden eyes glinting mischievously. “I’m sure that you wouldn’t mind getting an apartment with him.”

Emma honestly didn’t have a response for that, instead making incomprehensible noises as her cheeks filled with a light pink. Rhett and Grayson high fived while Demetrius only rolled his eyes and pulled open the door to the backyard, leaving with only a promise to make something special for dinner if they didn’t destroy the house while he was on patrol.

Not long after, Emma retreated to her room and changed into a pair of leggings and a long grey sweater that fell off of her shoulders. After putting on a few traces of makeup and running a brush through her wild mane, she yanked on a pair of boots and headed out. She tugged up the scarf that she had wound around her neck, shivering slightly against the autumn breeze. Her attention was directed at her phone where she was currently sending a text to Quincy.

Please tell me that you don’t have anything to do today. I’m super bored.

Pushing open the doors to the library, she smiled unconsciously at the smell of book that filled her senses. She needed to say hi to her longtime friend Jo before she continued with her day. Emma figured that she should have brought the librarian some food, but she was still unclear if Jo actually enforced the whole ‘no food in the library’ thing.

“I would have brought you pancakes, but my brothers are pigs.” Emma sighed, as she picked up a random book that was laying on Jo’s desk and flipped through it. “At least you have coffee.”
 
Julian Allerton
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On a crisp autumn morning, Julian Allerton had already been up for hours. The stress of the day combined with the weight of living prevented more than a few hours of real rest. He spent long hours in front of the piano, playing hauntingly familiar melodies and composing new ones; he had even had some time to prepare an upcoming less for a student before the dawn finally broke over the formerly sleepy town of Willowdale. Ever since those tourists had gone missing, things just quite hadn’t been the same. Julian had his suspicions, of course, and there were things he knew to be true, but verbalizing any of that had always been out of the question.

The lanky vampire walked along main street. The sweet of smell of decaying leaves and debris from the surrounding forest mixed with the sugary scent that wafted from just a few storefronts down. Airi Sato, one of the few people that Julian called a friend within the Coven, was hard at work already, no doubt preparing for the upcoming Fall Festival. It was an annual thing, something that brought out almost all of the town’s residents; there was something for everyone.

The bell above the door chimed as Julian entered the bakery. “Airi,” he called out to the woman, taking note of the fact that they were alone for now. “Do you need any help?” he hoped not, because he already had his eye on a slice of coffee cake that was sitting, rather temptingly, on a glass plate.

Soon enough, the dark-haired woman appeared, and Julian offered her a weak smile. To an outsider, someone who didn’t know him well—which was most people—the look might have come off as cold. It couldn’t have been further from the truth, however, and Julian was happy to see his friend. “Good morning,” he said, leaning against the customer side of the counter.




Willa Dixon
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When someone was caught hanging around the bar in the early hours of the morning, it usually wasn’t a good thing. Most people weren’t Willa Dixon, though, and even fewer of those judgmental people worked at the Siren’s Lounge. In just a few days, Willowdale would be transformed by the fall festival, and while she may have been a bit tipsy the night before, Willa clearly recalled volunteering to come in the next morning to help decorate. On any other day, the hunter still would have been in bed, curled up underneath her blankets until the sun was high in the sky, but favors for June outweighed getting a full eight hours.

It hadn’t been very long since Willa had come to Willowdale. At the time, the name alone seemed like a big enough sign to pack up the memories of her grandfather and get the hell out of Texas; those missing tourists were just icing on the cake. The community of people she had found within the town—her kind of people—was nothing short of extraordinary. It had just been her and her grandfather for years, and with the man now passed on, Willa thought she would have to go the rest of her life alone.

Funny how times changed.

Out front at the bar, Willa was perched on top of a ladder, reaching to hang a few strings of orange-colored jack-o-lantern lights over the door. Their smiling, plastic faces weren’t exactly spooky, but they were some of the only lights that Willa had found in a box simply labeled: seasonal. If June wanted different ones, Willa supposed she would jog on down to the hardware store and find something better.

Speaking of June, Willa caught the other woman out of the corner of her eye. “How’s it look?” she called out, straightening up on the ladder to admire her handywork. “I think we could do with some real pumpkins out front; make Quin carve them later.”
 
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Airi Sato

Autumn was perhaps the busiest time of the year for Airi's business. With the fall festival just around the corner, the baker had received order upon order from cakes to pies to cupcakes with intricate designs. There wasn't one morning in which she wasn't working hard to make deadlines while also satisfying the few customers

Each morning she rose earlier than the last, always up before the sun and walking out the front door into the cool brisk air on her way to her little bakery cafe. This morning had no different except that she had only a few hours of restless sleep before heading to work. The night before had been spent decorating and frosting pumpkin cupcakes for a customer of hers. With the fact that the design was intricate and Airi was a bit of a perfectionist when it came to work, she had been up for hours and slept for less the time she had been working.

In spite of lack of rest, Airi did her daily brief cleaning of the bakery before opening shop and working hard kneading dough in the kitchen. Almost every customer of hers, including her regulars, made orders in rather than coming to sip on a cup of coffee with a bread breakfast. Therefore, when she heard Julian's voice, she wasn't at all surprised and instantly came to join him, leaning toward him over the counter and squinting her eyes at him suspiciously but not before offering him a sweet smile.

Unlike him, Airi was generally better at expressing her moods.

"Good morning." She returning his greeting, brushing away ticklish flour from her nose and only succeeding smearing more of onto her face. "Tell me, did you ask because you're truly willing to help or are you just here to pawn free goods off of me?"

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Lincoln Lafontaine

Lincoln couldn't help but be sucked into the excitement of the fall festival. He could understand why many were excited about it besides it being annual festival for the town. It was also easy to forget about the tragedy that happened not long ago that weighed heavily on the minds of the townspeople. They were oblivious as to what happened, and that was both frightening and worrying. The only few who had an idea of what happened was the hunters planted within the town and the perpetrators themselves.

It bothered Link that they had yet to catch their perpetrators and they were stuck waiting for Theodore to give a command. Lincoln in the meanwhile had been spending his time in the garage. Business was never fast nor was it slow, he was stuck at a medium pace , waiting to go to the bar every other night just to see Willa and then home. He had been living a little more domestically than he would have liked. So the festival was welcomed in his book.

For this particular day, he had closed shop. Cars that needed work would not be due until weeks later. As for Lincoln, he shrugged on his coat and walked down the sidewalk, raising the collar of his leather jacket to block the cutting wind. He never did fare with the cold.

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