The Roommates

Black Rose · **Posted:** Fri May 17, 2013 6:08 pm

In A World That Won't Accept Them, Can They Learn To Blend In?

A Roleplay Story by Moki Hunter and Black Rose

Plot

After many years of work by a secret government department, the researchers have finally made progress and revealed all the supernatural creatures, learning how to identify and capture them. After being released to the public, it only too a few years before the streets seemed completely clear of any supernatural creatures, and they were all secured behind silver and vervain fences...

The reserves worked for a few months, but then, two unlikely allies, a vampire and a werewolf, help each other escape. Despite unwillingness from both sides, the two end up sharing an apartment and work to live normally in the human world. But two girls completely change their priorities... and put them all in danger of being found by the SPD, Supernatural Protection Department.

Characters

Zachary Chase
Ashton Demour
Luna Wagner
Bridget Flynn

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Full Name: Luna Jean Wagner

Age: 19 years

Gender: female

Species: Werwolf

Personality: Luna is very rebellious and likes to break rules just for the sake of proving she can't be restrained from doing what she wants. She doesn't really seem to care about anyone and is rather mean to strangers and even friends. She avoids any romantic situation at all costs since she claims she wants absolutely nothing to do with love, and she has a habit of rolling her eyes and fake gagging whenever someone starts talking about love and friends and family and stuff like that. She is often rude in her comments and hates manners and pleasantries. She doesn't like anyone telling her what to do and often pretends not to care about anyone at all, but she is still hurting inside from her past and doesn't want to trust anyone because she knows they will only hurt her in the long run.

History: Luna grew up in a bad part of New York where the whole city was basically under the influence of the gangs there. Luna's mother got involved with a gang called the Wolves, and her mother often fed them whenever they came around and would even offer them the guest bedroom if one of them needed a place to spend the night. Although Luna was told many times by her mother to stay away from these people and to stay upstairs whenever they were around, Luna knew about the comings and goings of the gang members and even learned some of their names.

When Luna was fifteen, she started to disregard her mother's warning words and joined the gang for dinner on one occasion that led to many more. One of the younger members, Ryan, came to the house more and more often to talk and flirt with Luna. Her mother noticed the attention he was giving Luna, and told her daughter she wasn't allowed to see him anymore because he was too old for her. Luna didn't see what those three measley years had to do with anything, and escalted the arguement further. Her mother forbid her to leave her room for the rest of the night before heading back downstairs to start dinner.

Later on, just to prove that her mother had no control over her, Luna snuck out of her room and found Ryan at the park where the Wolves often spent time. She declared that she was joining them no matter what, and Ryan had no complaints about it. He warned her that the initiation would be life-changing, but Luna didn't care. She just wanted away from her over protective mother. Ryan took her to a run-down house where the gang lived and they set her initiation for the next night of the full moon.

When that night came, they locked Luna and Ryan in a room together before running for the woods in the park. Luna was very confused about what she was supposed to do to be accepted into the gang, and that was when Ryan started to shift into a wolf. Luna realized that Ryan had been right about how the initiation would change her, but she calmed her fears and welcomed Ryan's bites.

After officailly becoming a member, Luna fell into her place easily, mostly sticking by Ryan and staying out of trouble. But when things with Ryan started to go down hill, Luna wanted out. After a huge fight with Ryan, ending with him telling her she can't ever leave, Luna got up the courage to run. She didn't make it very far when a few Wolves caught up to her and tried to take her back. Luna fought with all her strength, but they dragged her all the way back to the house and knocked her out so she wouldn't run. When she came to, she felt ashamed from trying to leave the people that had now become her family, but the Wolves weren't forgiving. She was banished from the gang and forced to leave town, and Ryan didn't even come to say good-bye.

Now that she is a lone wolf, Luna did nothing but walk until she reached the town she is now. After living on the streets for a few months, Luna finally found a some what more permanent home in an old abandoned small house that had barely survived a fire. She was able to dumpster dive enough to fid some decent clothes and get herself a part-time job at a cafe, mostly just busting tables and closing the store.

Picture: http://browse.deviantart.com/photography/?q=black%20hair&order=9&offset=24#/d2mj5iz // http://browse.deviantart.com/art/WOLF-269653862

Crush: Zac later on, but she'll deny it again and again

Other: she still wears a necklace that marks her as part of the gang, but she can't bring herself to take it off yet

Full Name: Bridget Marie Flynn

Age: 17

Gender: female

Species: witch

Personality: Bree can be quite a handful with a fiery spirit that won't be turned down. She can be rather self-righteous but definitely fights for what she believes in. She is constantly optimistic and smiling, wanting to make everyone around her happy. Sometimes, though, she doesn't think through what comes out of her mouth, which are mostly extremely sarcastic comments or brutally honest truths. She tries to cover them up with a bright smile, though. Bree is more brawn than brain, and she doesn't think decisions through at all. She acts on fleeting emotions, often regretting her rash decisions later on.

History: Bree's family always secretly practiced witchcraft, and she learned all she could from her parents and grandparents. She was an only child and the youngest of her many cousins, so she was rather doted upon her entire life. She enjoyed the attention when she was young, but the more she grew up, the more she realized that with everyone paying attention to her, they saw everything she did. She felt more and more pressure from her family to not only do well in her magic but in school as well.

Feeling like everyone's eyes were on her, Bree tried to lower expectations by nearly failing out of eighth grade and refusing to perform magic for the entire year she was thirteen. Finally, her family started to ease off, and Bree was able to perform her normal studies and practices without any expectations. Unfortunately, around that time was when the SPD started hunting down supernatural creatures, including witches. The entire Flynn family put away their spell-books and potions, hoping no one would discover their secret.

Unfortunately, a reckless cousin was caught doing magic and the entire family was put under intense investigation. Every trace of witchcraft had to be destroyed, mostly by fire, which broke the heart of everyone in the family, especially Bree whose recent rebellion had left her far behind in her magical studies. She tried to convince her parents not to get rid of everything, but they wouldn't listen, wanting to keep her and the rest of the family safe.

Annoyed and angry, Bree grabbed her personal magic belongings and ran away, convinced that it would be the only way for her to continue using magic. It had only been about a week before some authorities found her and confiscated her items, but luckily she was able to fight her way passed them and escaped before they could take her I.D. or get a good look at her. She returned home, defeated, and no longer having the passion to fight for her magic.

She devoted her remaining high school years to studying and homework, finding a real talent for chemistry and poetry writing, exceeding greatly in both science and english. She also poured all her remaining energy into participating in track meets and girls' lacrosse. She is now about to enter her senior year of high school and is looking into some very elite private schools for being a Chemistry major, though her family is still not well off with money. She is depending on sport and academic scholarships in order to go to the colleges she really wants to attend next year.

Picture: http://lestouis.deviantart.com/art/The-End-99193463

Crush: Ashton

Other: although she doesn't have any spell or potion books, and despite that she's completely given up magic, she has a remarkable memory and she also has the talent to create her own spells and potions if she wanted to

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Fri May 17, 2013 11:11 pm

Name: Ashton Demour
Nickname(s): Ash
Age: Has been 19 years old for nearly 180 years.
Gender: Male
Species: Vampire
Personality: Ashton's usual demeanor consists of being sly, defying, rebellious, and overall almost evil. Everyone else seems to classify him as just that upon first meeting him. He is like this naturally. On the outside... He's very impulsive, and actually confused and hurt on the inside. Though he'd never admit that to anyone else unless he was forced to. Ashton is very troubled when it comes to his past, or just emotions in general, and most of the time just tries his best to hide them. He'll do anything to make certain no one sees that. If someone happens to, and would try to know him better, they would see the person underneath. The part that's still somewhat human. His lost soul is crying inside, desperately seeking help, but confusion has invaded his mind, leaving behind a trail of thoughts leading him to believe he has to act like a true monster to evade his past and his feelings. He will betray you if he feels fit, and kills as if trying to prove he feels no remorse.
History: By Ash's 15th birthday, he had already begun to feel slightly rebellious towards his parents. He had always been a good student in school, never really disobeyed anyone, but all of a sudden, when his grades slipped a bit from stress, his parents couldn't handle it? They yelled and shouted at him as if he were a dog. He didn't like it one bit.

This was where a split personality started forming. He was hurt that his parents couldn't accept him, in some form or another, but at the same time began feeling it was his duty to defy them in order to show he wouldn't take it anymore. He slowly began letting his grades slip, more and more.

Every day his parents would yell even more at him, and this caused even more damage. Ashton began confusing everything. He had forgotten rational explanation, and it was beyond his understanding by now that his rebellious ways were making matters worse. It came to a point where his father slapped him across the face, so hard the teenager was knocked off his feet. He let out a few tears, the last he swore he'd ever shed, and ran out the door. His older brother followed him, little to Ashton's knowledge, in an attempt to try and convince him to come back.

Ashton ran through the city, far far away from his old home. He wanted nothing to do with his old life anymore. He wouldn't show weakness ever again. Not on the outside, at least. He'd bottle it up forever if he had to. And then it happened.

While stumbling upon one of the various alleys in the streets, he slipped against the wall and allowed himself to feel the pain, taking it all in like battle wounds.

Suddenly, the now 17 year old was confronted with a creature of darkness. A vampire. He didn't know it, either, until he felt blood across his mouth, that wasn't even his, and then fangs in his throat. He died then with another vampire's blood in his system. He awakened to find his brother leaning over his body, trying to help him up as Ashton's vision began fuzzing and clearing.

Ashton barely recognized his brother, and it was only after he nearly killed him did he realize there was strange blood spewn all over the floor. He felt his own neck. There were two bite marks there that would forever remain. He was horrified as he saw his brother's nearly dead body on the ground, and fled the scene quicker than any average human could.

He eventually went back home to get some things before he left town, but when he came, his parents were there to greet him with glares of hatred. They had found out about his brother. And they thought he was the murderer. His own parents attempted to kill their 'last' son. They shot him with bullets, they stabbed him with knives, but to Ashton's astonishment, nothing really bothered him. Except that his own parents were trying to murder him in cold blood. This was the ultimate breaking point, and he killed his parents out of rage. He drank their blood with savage delight, and later found his brother. Before his brother died, he tried the same thing that had happened to him. He gave his brother his own blood, then killed him for good. His brother was now a vampire too, and didn't like it. They grew apart overtime, even though they still held a brotherly bond for each other that could never be broken.

Before they were torn apart, though, they each received a matching pendant from a witch who wanted them gone from town. She hated the bloodshed and offered them a trip out of having to hide from the sun in exchange for them leaving innocent blood out of her town. They accepted, of course, and from then on were able to walk during the day without so much as a mild burn.
Picture: http://cdn2.screenjunkies.com/wp-conten ... ttyfer.jpg / http://www.studentsoftheworld.info/site ... 095842.jpg
Crush: Bree, though he tries to rid himself of the feeling at first - to no avail
Other: Weaknesses that should affect him are the sun, wood (wooden stakes to the heart kill/bullets weaken them, etc.), a certain herb or two that are poisonous to and weaken his kind, and some witch spells depending on their potency. Werewolves are also a factor that could prove fatal. He has a chain around his neck that was charmed by a witch so he can't be harmed by the sun unless someone were to take it off. Though, he is always stronger at night then he is during the day, naturally.

Full Name: Zachary Chase
Nickname(s): Zac
Age: 18 (I find it fitting that he'd be a bit younger than her haha xD)
Gender: Male
Species: Werewolf
Personality: Reckless, loves to have fun, and daring at best. Zac seems not to care about anyone who's in his way, and loves his pack like his brothers and sisters. He'll bump right into you if he thinks you may be a problem, and tends to start things without thinking. But besides that, he loves to crack a joke every now and then just to lighten up the mood.
History: Zac used to live a normal life before he was dared by a few dumb classmates and sent to the forest as his challenge. There he was turned into the creature he is today and he was so traumatized by the accident he never went back to his regular friends again. He stayed in the forest, not knowing how to change back into his wolf form and not really wanting to anyway. He was forced to on the full moons, of course, and eventually got the hang of it. Even though he could have gone back to school and back home, he decided it was best to leave everyone behind. He didn't want to risk A) People asking where he had been all the time he was gone & B) Hurting the ones he loved and trusted. And so, he ran away, eventually getting caught and then proceeding to escape along with Ashton.
Picture: Human / Wolf
Crush: Luna
Other: n/a

Black Rose · **Posted:** Sat May 18, 2013 10:38 pm

Awesome. So I was thinking that maybe it would be best if you start to set up Zac and Ash getting out of the reserve and ending up in the same place, if you want to?

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Sun May 19, 2013 12:23 am

OOC: Alrightie, sounds fine to me!

Eyes the color of ice blinked hurriedly, as their owner looked back and forth for signs of pursuit. Pale blond hair whipped across his forehead, getting in the vampire's way and irritating him mildly. The male's name was Ashton, a teenager whose experience lay well beyond his appearance. His age was much higher than the one he had been stopped at but none of that had managed to amount to anything as of recent events... he had been captured. Brutally captured, by humans of all things. He didn't know how, but they figured it out. They had somehow learned of the supernatural world, and now everyone knew his weaknesses. But vampires weren't the humans' only problem, and frankly, Ashton was dumbstruck as to how the humans had managed to capture so many supernatural beings and keep them all here, in a place he liked to consider punishment. Punishment for all the blood he had once shed and would undoubtedly shed in the future. But that was a secondary concern now. Right now, his primary goal was escape.

No one had ever gotten away from this horrific place. Ashton had seen hundreds go through those gates - he himself had been one of them, having been restrained by as least fifteen guards at any given time before his final arrival. He had seen tens more just vanish, as if their lives had ended at the humans' hands without notice. No one ever knew what happened to them. Just that they were gone. And it wasn't hard to deduce from there. Ashton, as a matter of fact - being the cynical that he usually was - was also surprised by the humans' so called "generosity" or what he had come to call it, fear. After all, if they knew how to kill supernatural creatures, why wouldn't they just kill each one they could get their hands on? It was a strange fact, but the determination that drove Ashton to eventually mount this daring plan was what kept him going. He was never going to die by a human hand. No. If he was going to ever die, it would be pridefully and by his own terms. Never by anyone else's. Humans had taken everything from him. Vampires had done the same. Werewolves? Well, that was a sticky situation.

As Ashton raced to the entrances gates, usually so heavily fortified and guarded that it was immediate suicide to get within ten feet of them, he turned back to check if his accomplice was following him. A werewolf. Yes, the unthinkable had occurred. A vampire had made a truce - a bit of a rocky one, but a truce nonetheless - with a child of the moon. And it was Ashton, of all vampires. He even hated his own kind at times, and he had no remorse when it came to killing others. Or so he preferred others to believe, anyhow. He had met this werewolf only a few months ago. The younger teen's name was Zac. Zac Chase, as he had introduced himself. Ashton had nearly killed him on a number of occasions, as the eighteen year old tended to get on every one of his last nerves. Indeed, their personalities were so polar opposite, Ashton was surprised they ever managed to have a civilized conversation at all. But... then again, he had always been stopped and then dragged into 'solitary' whenever he got riled up, so he wouldn't have ever been able to kill the mutt anyway.

Zac was practically running on adrenaline alone. His pitch black hair kept sweeping across his vision as he ran faster than he ever had before. His dark blue eyes searched desperately for the vampire he had made a bargain with weeks ago. The vampire who had been devising a plan of escape ever since his arrival here. But he couldn't do it alone. Mind you, it had been seemingly impossible to convince him that Zac could help. But in the end he did it, and here they were, running for their lives and finally reaching the gate. Though Zac preferred to joke around about situations he found particularly fearful or too wrought with tension, this was one occasion he had to let that habit die for just a bit.

"Alright, Fido. You know what to do, correct?" asked Ashton in a quickened voice.
Zac nodded, used to the nickname Ashton had given him by now. For some reason, the dude never really liked calling him by his actual name. The two jumped onto the fence with rapid intensity, crying out in pain as they touched the silver gates. Everyday, these gates were regularly scrubbed with vervain solution - a herb that was practically poisonous to a vampire. Or perhaps even worse than poison. It burned Ashton as he climbed the petrifying gates, just as the silver compounds burned Zac. The latter individual - after only five minutes of climbing - was so much in pain that he wanted to give up and let go. As soon as he released a hand, however, Ashton grabbed it, hauling him up. "Remember the deal, mutt! We're both making it out of here, even if we have to drag each other over this gate." Zac nodded fiercely, somehow finding the strength to hold on of his own accord again.

Alarms were resounding throughout the place, piercing both supernatural creatures' ears with a vengeance. Braving through it, Zac and Ashton were almost to the top before the onslaught of humans arrived to try and shoot them down with wooden and silver bullets. One of the wooden bullets pierced Ashton's shoulder, causing him to nearly lose his grip. He hissed in agony before Zac managed to steady him and help him over. Though both the vampire and the werewolf were severely weak from lack of food and chemicals meant to sap their strength from them (namely tiny amounts of vervain and silver), somehow they did it. They actually did it! Ashton grinned, his fangs protruding from his lips in a savage smile. "Hey, Fido..." he said through his suddenly gained euphoria, as they leaped down the wall and onto the other side. "We're free..." he said through gasps of air, trying to ignore the searing pain in his shoulder.

Zac put the vampire's arm around his shoulders to help him walk, and though Ashton flinched away at first, he did finally let Zac do it. "Hell yeah!" he said, brightening his expression as well. The two ran as fast as they could, all things considered. Knowing every mile they put between them and that wretched place was worth it, but also knowing that they were being pursued. No one ever got away. What would the humans do now that two of them had?

OOC: Dear lord, I'm so so so sorry about the length of this. I don't think I've ever written such a long RP post in my life! xDD

Black Rose · **Posted:** Sun May 19, 2013 7:11 pm

Ooc:// Haha, that's perfectly okay! That was awesome! Of course, I'll have to make mine match now...

Bic:// The warm summer night air relaxed Bree as she rounded through the last part of town, panting slightly as her evening run slowly came to an end. The exercise helped to clear her mind and not think about how much she missed coming home to a magic lesson. In the last few months since the intensity of the hunts had decreased, though the SPD still did a fair share of snooping around, the streets were less patrolled and Bree's parents allowed her out of the house for more than just school. She was taking advantage of the freedom while it lasted.

As she rounded another corner, concentrating more on breathing than looking where she was going, she roughly bumped shoulders with someone dressed in a dark sweater with the hood pulled up. Neither of them were knocked to the ground, but Bree steadied herself against the wall, preparing herself to start sprinting the other way. She wasn't in the best part of town and wouldn't be surprised if the hooded figure in front of her pulled out a knife. Or a gun. "Sorry about that," she said anyways, hoping that good manners would at least prevent her from getting murdered in an alley.

The stranger barely moved or staggered, but as Bree looked longer, she realized that the person in front of her seemed to be another girl about her same age. The shadows from her hood prevented Bree from seeing the other girl's face clearly, but Bree could tell that she really wasn't bothered by the run-in because she never even looked up from her ducked posture as if she was always looking at the ground in front of her feet. Bree didn't know if she should hang around any longer, but after a few awkward moments of the stranger not moving and Bree clearing her throat nervously, the red-head finally started running again, taking off through and out of the alley.

The dark-haired girl turned her head as the other jogged away, her silvery blue eyes flashing gold for a moment before returning to their normal iris color. Luna slowly unfroze herself from the spot she had ran into the other girl, finally taking a step towards her home. With her personal experience, Luna knew that SPD patrollers could be anyone, even a high school girl on a evening run. Luna travelled through the confusing path of alleys and fences, avoiding the main streets as always. Even though most of the public wouldn't recognize her as a werewolf, with the full moon only two days away, she was on edge. If her eyes had flashed like that in the middle of a busy sidewalk, she would find herself locked up in a reserve before she could even blink. If she wasn't dead first, of course.

When she finally reached the back door, the only door, to her sad excuse for a home, Luna had to really shove open the door in order to get it open. The house did not have electricity or running water, but the bar across the street suited all her bathroom and kitchen needs when she actually admitted that she needed them. For the most part, she survived on rain water showers, an empty toilet, a few loaves of bread, and uncooked canned goods, which she passed a pile of as she picked up a water bottle from the counter before crashing on the couch. It nearly collapsed under her weight as it did every night when she laid there.

She finally pulled her hoodie over her head, tossing it across the room, and untucking her button-down uniform shirt. The manager had kept Luna for nearly an hour passed the time she was supposed to leave, insisting that the bathrooms weren't clean enough or the floor wasn't completely mopped. Luna knew that he was taking advantage of her desperate situation, knowing that no other place would hire someone without an address or a bank account, especially in times like these, so he didn't mind keeping her at the cafe for over eight hours and still only pay her part-time. Meanwhile, Luna had to bite her tongue and get along with him and the other employees in order not to get fired. After an outburst two weeks ago, she was on the verge of being unemployed again, a life she wasn't willing to go back to.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Wed May 22, 2013 5:07 pm

The two had been running for what seemed like hours. They had finally made it, however, to the edge of the dense wooded area the reserve had been located within. The humans just loved making their prisons so obscure and in the middle of nowhere. It had been done to even their own kind - the murderers and traitors of man who had to be kept under lockdown to keep them from committing such crimes again. And it had been done now to the supernatural beings they could get their hands on. Only in this case, there were no trials - whether fair or unfair. They cared not whether you were a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, or something in between. They simply took you and locked you up, in a place that could be considered hell on earth.

Zac had never killed anyone, or at least... as far as he knew. Though he knew Ashton did, somehow, Zac was never the type to judge too harshly. He preferred to see the positive side of things rather than the negative. Which was part of the reason why when they finally began to see signs of a city, he shook Ashton's shoulder a bit, enough to get his attention but gently so as not to hurt him further. As the hours and miles had gone by, Ashton had grown weaker by the minute. The prideful vampire hated taking help but knew he had to - though he was still reluctant. His eyes blinked blearily, the vervain in his system from months of captivity suddenly raging down on him like an unforgiving storm. Both his and Zac's hands were healing slower than usual. They were still somewhat burnt from the gates, and because of the chemicals within their systems which hadn't been driven away yet, the healing process was steady. Much too slow.

Ashton wasn't used to feeling so weak. He nearly caved many times on the way here, and now he couldn't move another step. His knees buckled from under him, and he found the ground below him faster than he would have preferred to. Zac tried to get him back up but the vampire wouldn't budge. His eyes were narrowed and his cheek was crushed against the gravel beneath him, as the werewolf tried desperately to heave him back to his feet. "C'mon, Ashton! We've got to keep moving! If we stick around here, someone will see us-!" The words died in his throat as his eyes caught the presence of a red-headed girl who it appeared had been jogging and was currently stopped. Zac panicked, not knowing what else to do. He tried getting Ashton up, but whenever he pulled him from under his shoulders, the vampire hissed for him to back off - obviously due to the agony he felt. "Get out of here, mutt!" Ashton coughed blood onto the floor, just as more trickled from his still open wound, where the wooden bullet was lodged within his shoulder. It almost seemed to taunt him. Zac had tried to get it out earlier but Ashton had bluntly refused. He had snapped at the werewolf every time he tried, and so Zac had given up.

The black-haired teen looked down at the blond one below him, who was breathing heavily and yet quietly all at once. "Leave!" he hissed under his breath. "I'll kill any human who goes near me," he said between breaths. "We both know you're too soft to do the same." Zac's eyes flashed with knowing, as he recognized the truth of this statement. Still... he answered, "I'm not leaving you!" Ashton cursed quietly, snapping, "Listen to me. You need to leave. I'll find you once I can get back on my feet, alright!" Zac hung his head low like the submissive werewolf that he was, as he slowly slipped away. He knew Ashton meant what he said. For now, he had to lay low. He ran. He ran to where he thought it might be safe, and he stayed there, huffing and catching his breath. He hoped against all hope that Ashton would make it. For although the vampire was never the kindest of souls he'd met, he also knew there was something more to him. Something underneath all that anger and resentment. And he was determined to get to the bottom of it, eventually.

Ashton, who hadn't moved from his spot on the grass - now bloodstained beneath him in various places - smelled the girl nearby but ignored her, telling himself that if she was a threat, he could just kill her if need be. Or could he?

Black Rose · **Posted:** Wed May 22, 2013 5:59 pm

Bree's eyes darted over her shoulder multiple times as she continued down the jogging route that was becoming more and more familiar to her as the days passed. Still slightly shaken up by the strange encounter with the hooded female, Bree searched her surroundings meticulously, scrutinizing the paths ahead and behind her. There didn't seem to be anyone else in the streets - not many people stayed out passed sun down ever since the monsters in the dark were proven real - and Bree's heart rate returned to a normal rhythm.

As she made it out of the more crowded part of the city and entered the out-skirts closer to her home, her feet tripped over each other in a quick spot as she thought she heard voices on the wind. Bree whipped around her head to look in all directions, her already loose ponytail nearly falling out completely from the rapid movement. Her green eyes were bright with curiosity as her ears directed her line of sight towards a nearby hill, barely moving as she caught sight of a shadow moving around then disappearing just as quickly.

In the next second, Bree was racing up the hill towards the spot she had just seen movement, her mind empty of any explanation as to why she was chasing after a shadow in the night. She didn't even think about how stupid and dangerous she was acting until she reached the top of the hill and found nothing there. She sighed in disappointment, not really knowing what she had been expecting, but as she thought more about it, she supposed she could still be distracted by running into that girl earlier and be seeing things that weren't really there.

Just before she turned to leave, though, Bree paused to tug the elastic band from her hair and tie it back up in a ponytail again. She turned slightly as she gathered all the strands of hair and, in the dim light, finally saw something moving. In surprise, Bree let go of her hair and hurried over to what looked like a barely breathing mound of clothing, but as she got closer, she quickly realized it was a person. And they were hurt.

"Are you okay?" she asked with concern as she approached him quickly, crouching down beside him without reserve and reaching out a hand to find the cause of all the blood.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Tue May 28, 2013 12:34 pm

Ashton had tried to prepare himself for an encounter with the person both he and Zac had suspected to be nearby, but he supposed the vervain in his system must have confused him far more than he initially thought. The vampire had planned on attacking anyone who came near, but of course, that was a clever lie to get the mutt to leave him behind. And perhaps a lie even to Ashton himself, whose icy blue irises were disappearing beneath his eyelids - those of which were blinking more steadily but for longer periods of time in between. He found himself at least able to turn his neck - though any other large movements would no doubt result in searching pain shooting up his wounded side.

His eyes searched for the voice which now reached his ears, and though he was gritting his teeth more in pain than in defense, somehow he still wished he could do something to get her to go away. Though his eyes usually were able to see better in the dark than humans' could, they weren't picking up as much light as they should have. Ashton cursed within the confines of his mind, only able to see the obvious strands of hair that seemed out of place on the girl's face, the color of her hair - a stricken and lovely red, and the general outline of her figure. He hissed silently. Though her voice sounded concerned, Ashton had a feeling that might have been because she thought he was human. He wasn't going to go back to the reserves. And if that meant killing this seemingly harmless girl before she could find out and divulge his secret, then so be it.

As she reached to find the source of his blood, he managed to get out, "Don't touch me; I'm fine." There was an obvious edge to his voice, an uncertainty that came with not trusting someone or the defensive tone that comes with those who know what it's like to be preyed on. His sentence was counteracted by another short fit of coughs, which racked his body and made him shiver inwardly. A drop of blood was on his lips, and he struggled to stay away from the girl's line of vision.

OOC: I ship these two so bad, lol! They always seem to get off on the wrong foot xDD

Black Rose · **Posted:** Thu May 30, 2013 10:46 am

Bree searched his body for the source of blood, though seeing anything in the dark evening proved useless. Just as her hand reached for him and hovered only an inch away from his shoulder, the boy finally spoke; they were far from the words that Bree was expecting. Instead of gratitude or an explanation, he seemed to be scolding her for showing concern, not to mention lying about his current state of health. Still, his tone of voice caused her to pull her hand back toward her own chest.

"Well that's obvious," she replied quickly, "because gushing blood is the absolute definition of being fine." After she had spoken, Bree felt a tinge of guilt for snapping at someone who was so heavily injured. Then again, he was the one who started it.

The thought of calling the police occurred to her at that moment. After all, what could she do by herself? Bree couldn't be sure what had caused this guy to end up bleeding behind a bush, but his best chance would be an ambulance and a hospital. Unfortunately, her cell phone was currently sitting on the side table next to the sofa in her living room. Well, if she didn't have her phone to call for help, maybe he did.

"Do you have a cell phone on you?" she asked just before a fit of coughing over-took him, and she doubted that he even heard her over his own ragged breathes. Instinctively, Bree reached into the darkness and wrapped her fingers around whatever her hand connected with, which happened to be the top of his arm. Her fingertips touched the his shoulder almost on the exact spot of his bullet wound, and she immediately let go as soon as she felt how slick his shoulder was with blood. She knew she found where all the blood was coming from, though she feared she might have hurt him in the process of finding it.

Ooc:// I know! They can't just meet like normal people, haha.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Tue Jun 04, 2013 7:11 pm

Though Ashton was tempted to glare at the girl's returning snap, he instead smirked, chuckling despite himself because he couldn't help but admire her fiery attitude. After all, he'd only met her, what? Half a minute ago? And here they were already almost bickering like an old married couple, or long-term best friends. Something of that sort, anyways. His hostile attitude faded ever so slightly, but when she asked if he had a cell phone, he visibly froze for a second or two.

Even if he did have one, he would lie. He knew exactly why she wanted a cell phone, and that would most likely to call some sort of authorities, whether that be the police, an ambulance, or something else along those lines. He said a bit too quickly and guarded for his liking, "No, it was taken." Too hastily; he scolded himself. Though the sentence was innocent, he hadn't intended to give up a partial amount of truth. His cell phone had indeed been taken when he first arrived at the reserves. Of course, the supernatural were not allowed to have such devices. For one thing, they were considered entertainment. They weren't allowed to have fun. No, of course not. Ashton rolled his eyes slightly at the memory. For another, it was an easy way to call for help. That was the most obvious reason for the theft of his phone. But he wasn't about to mention the rest of the truth to the girl. As far as she knew, he was just another huma-

The vampire hissed unnaturally in pain as Bree touched his shoulder and felt his wound. In his delirious thoughts and memories only seconds ago, he hadn't noticed her hand reaching out, and in not recognizing it, had pretty much allowed it to happen. Normally, he would have most likely chewed her out about it, but at the moment the pain searing his shoulder kept him from doing much of anything other than gritting his teeth to staunch the hiss which involuntarily escaped him. "Please..." he whispered, uncharacteristically showing desperation within his voice in spite of himself. "I know you're trying to help, but you have to leave me here." He let his eyes drift towards hers, suddenly thinking an unexpected thought - she was probably the most beautiful human he'd met thus far...

Blinking his icy blue eyes right away, Ashton quickly tried to supress that thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He just needed to be alone. For her to go away. For him to either bleed out in silence or get up after gaining his strength. He couldn't risk her trying to - since it was apparent that neither of them had a phone and therefore she most likely wouldn't call the authorities - heal the wound herself. She would find the wooden bullet. And then she would know.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Sun Jun 16, 2013 12:09 am

OOC: Bump

Black Rose · **Posted:** Tue Jun 18, 2013 6:41 pm

Bree gasped in horror at the pain on the boy's face from her innocent action, flailing her hands around in front of her in desperate need to do something useful. If only she still had the ability to carry around her pocket-sized spell book of useful charms, then she'd be able to heal and clean the boy's wound in a heartbeat. Unfortunately, the only book of magic she had left was carefully hidden behind a loose board in her unfinished attic at home. It was a five minute run even on her fastest days, and she feared that any attempts to go home, fetch the book and a flashlight, and return would be useless; either he'd be dead or he'd hide himself somewhere she couldn't find him. It was obvious he wasn't going to accept any help from her.

If he was going to be difficult, she'd just have to be stubborn.

"Unfortunately for you, help doesn't involve leaving you here to bleed to death," she remarked before unceremoniously grabbing his other arm, careful not to go anywhere near the sensitive shoulder again, and pulling him up with all her strength so that his arm ended up around her shoulders and nearly one whole side of him leant heavily on her back. With one hand, she kept a tight grip around his wrist; the other wrapped awkwardly backwards around his middle so that the inside of her arm was against his stomach and her fingers grabbed the back of his shirt. It was definitely not the most ideal position for a walk that would take at least ten minutes, but it was better then attempting to drag him to the hospital a good ten miles away.

Luckily, as she adjusted herself to carrying his weight, the first few steps down the hill were fairly easy, and they were quickly back on the dirt path that replaced the sidewalk of the inner city that Bree used as jogging path. The houses on the outside of town were spaced out widely, and although the nearest house was in the opposite direction and only about a two minute walk away, Bree stuck with her instinct to take him directly to her own home. Perhaps the smartest thing to do would be to alert her neighbor and use their telephone to get an ambulance there as fast as possible, but the thought of using magic again excited Bree so much that the thought never even crossed her mind.

Unable to deal with long period of silence, Bree heaved out a few words to start up a conversation between deep breathes. "Now before I take you home... and invite you into my bedroom... legally speaking... I'm pretty sure that... I should at least... know your name... just in case you attempt to murder me... or something..." Bree grinned at her little joke, hoping that the strange boy would find her comments at least slightly witty.

Ooc:// Attempting to make up for my absence with a semi-longish post.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Wed Jun 19, 2013 1:46 pm

Ashton gritted his teeth, fighting the overwhelming urge to let his fangs extend as the pain grew fiercer. He wanted to fight the girl off, to bare his fangs at her to get her to run away or just leave him be. But that would be an idiotic thing to do. He wasn't going back to the reserves. He would rather die, first, with pride and on his own terms, than let them drag him back. But more than that, he needed blood. The security guards there didn't feed the vampires any at all. The only amount of crimson they could have hoped for was the dried plasma of the nearly rotten meat which was thrown at both themselves and the werewolves. The witches were treated more like humans than animals, though that didn't mean they were any better off. Other measures were taken against them, since they had magic on their side rather than brute force or speed.

The vampire now felt beyond dizzy, losing the blood within his system that was sustaining him all this time. He felt so tempted to bite at Bree's neck, to feel the blood coursing through his system to re-energize him. But he couldn't bring himself to do it, mostly because he was too weak to do so. But there was a small side of him that whispered she was trying to help, and to stab her in the back would be a jerk move at best. Normally he wouldn't care, but seeing as she was taking matters into her own hands and not going to the hospital nor calling the police or doctors, he had to put whatever tiny amount of trust he had left in her.

Though he was reluctant, he let her carry him along, accepting her help mostly because he was too tired and close to total collapse to do much else. A quiet hiss escaped him every now and then as the stress of everything began to weigh on him, and by the time they were almost near Bree's apparent home, Ashton was about ready to give up and either die or black out. He refused to reply to her request of his name at first, but the joke she made afterwards received a knowing grin from him. Indeed, that had been his first thought. To kill her in cold blood. But now... his conscious which had been dormant for so long a time was getting to him. Dang that stupid mutt... Zac had made him open his trust ever so slightly, and now it was burning like a wild fire. "You have no clue," he said, a bitter chuckle barely escaping his lips. "It's-" he coughed, spewing blood on the floor just to the side of them. "Ashton..." His eyes rolled back, and he felt himself drooping, though he snapped back a few moments later, determined to stay awake.

Black Rose · **Posted:** Thu Jun 20, 2013 3:23 pm

Bree stumbled a bit as Ashton became dead-weight for a few seconds, understandable considering the amount of blood he had lost that night. She was thankful when he seemed to wake himself back up, making the trek towards home just a tad easier. "Nice to meet you, Ashton," she said quietly, struggling to get the words out considering how out of breathe she was. "I'm Bridget."

Her tiny, inconspicuous house was just in sight, tucked beside a few trees. The porch light was on, guiding Bree towards the steps, but she walked passed them and rounded to the side of the house to another door without a light. It was locked from the inside, but it was the closest entrance to the attic stairs and the farthest from her parent's bedroom, where they were probably already asleep due to the lack of lights on in the house. She gently set Ashton on the ground in front of the door, wondering if she'd be able to carry him all the way up to the second-floor without dropping him down the stairs. "Wait here for just a second," she told him, as commanding but sympathetic as she could considering she was profuse sweating and panting. "And don't go anywhere," she warned, still getting the vibe that Ashton would make a break for it as soon as he got the chance.

Quickly as she could, she jogged back to the front porch, heading into the house and flicking off the lights hurriedly, just in case one of her parents was still awake and watching. She had very few lies to explain why she was late returning home and even less to explain away the blood. Her parents bedroom was located just beside the door, and after peeking in on them, she breathed a sigh of relief to hear snores and see no movement. Bree quietly slid off her tennis shoes and socks, hoping her bare feet would be the quietest thing against hardwood floor. She tip-toed across the living room and through another hallway, clicking open the lock on the side door and pulling it open slowly to prevent any unneeded noise.

MokiHunter · **Posted:** Thu Jun 20, 2013 5:39 pm

Ashton allowed the girl, who's name he now knew to be Bridget, to set him down, though despite her warning, he tried to get up and away as soon as she was out of sight. His efforts seemed to be in vain, however, as the strain of bringing his upper body forwards brought agony in its wake. The vampire was forced to resign, coughing blood on the grass nearby and cursing himself for not being able to muster enough strength to get up and move.

Faintly, he wondered what the mutt - Zac - was doing. If he had actually listened to him and gone to wait, or if he was ever going to meet up with him again at all. This would certainly complicate things, to say the least. But Ashton refused to go back to the reserves. And if Bree proved to be a threat, he'd end her life no questions asked. So far she seemed to be trying to help, and as much as Ashton hated admitting his weaknesses, this was one time he'd have to force himself to let it go.

Upon her opening the door again, his face had grown paler from the lack of blood to his system. Even if she did manage to help patch him up, how was he ever going to get the blood he needed to sustain himself? He felt that if Bree ended up following through, somehow the few morals he held left in his heart wouldn't allow him to kill her then. Because then - if nothing else - he'd owe her one. He hated that feeling. But it still, nonetheless, begged the question: where would he get the blood he needed, if not from the murder of Bridget?

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