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Jeremy was having a hard time dealing with the fact that everyone left. Despite what he'd said about not being able to stop them if he was outvoted, he couldn't deny that he'd [i]really[/i] hoped he would get through to them. But nope. They'd left anyway. All he could do was hope that they were good enough with their magic to survive anything the vampires might have planned, at least long enough to get back to the motel where they could regroup and come up with a better strategy.

And in the meantime, he was left with Abernathy.

Cool.

Not that he had a problem with her or anything like that, but even just over the couple of days he'd known her, he'd gotten the distinct feeling that being the sole target of her attention would make things... [i]difficult.[/i] As if on cue, he watched her face twist into one of disgust as she came to the same realisation, before he noticed with a type of pre-emptive, tired acceptance that the face making said expression had started transforming, quickly turning into a mirror of his own. Then she started talking though, mimicking him in a voice that was eerily close to his own, and found his face shifting involuntarily into an expression of disgust not unlike her own from just moments ago. Still, he managed to hold back any retorts that may or may not have been on the tip of his tongue and turn back to his work. The next line of taunting, however, was finally enough to get a response from him.

[color=96EACE]"Unfortunately, I'm still the same age as the rest of you."[/color] He sighed, trying to keep his frustration at the whole situation out of his voice. [color=96EACE]"If I was an elder, maybe the others would've actually [i]cared[/i] when I told them not to leave..."[/color]

Of course, if he was an elder, he would have tried to convince Deborah not to send a group of inexperienced teens to hunt a pack of vampires who had already killed a number of [i]veteran witches,[/i] or at least send a couple of adults to keep them from making the kind of stupid decisions teens tended to think were fine, but he wasn't, so no use fixating on it.

Instead, he would get the joy of being forced to fixate on Abernathy's mockery.

[i]Cool.[/i]

[color=96EACE]"Putting a chair up against the door wouldn't help much when they jump through the window, and we'd never be able to trick them into thinking we aren't in here. Vampires have strong senses."[/color]

He paused for a moment, before placing a spare bottle of ink and brush on a small bench next to were he was working.

[color=96EACE]"If you know any runic scripts you can use for enchantment, you could always help me set up some more wards. Otherwise, I'm not really sure at the moment."[/color]

And then came a new line of questioning, which surprisingly [i]wasn't[/i] just making fun of him, and he finally stopped writing for a moment to turn and face Summer.

[color=96EACE]"They weren't, unfortunately."[/color] Jeremy sighed. [color=96EACE]"If they were, maybe I would've actually passed."[/color]

However, he hesitated at the other question, briefly wondering how much of a good idea it was to give someone like her that kind of information. A moment later though, and he realised how rude that thought was. True, Summer could be... unpleasant... but he doubted she would be cruel enough to use this kind of thing to hurt him. Surely she wasn't [i]that[/i] bad...

[color=96EACE]"Well, about two or so years after my dad died, our house was burnt down by a vampire. My mom and I escaped to stay with a group of witch families who were old friends of my dad. They welcomed us in and trained me, but in return we would have to help them on jobs, most of which were extermination missions like this one. That's why most of my training was centered around hunting various creatures of the night, as well as other enemy witches."[/color]

And then he sighed again.

[color=96EACE]"Of course, I had never [i]led[/i] one of those missions before, and I'm worried that maybe the elders had hoped I would do that [i]here,[/i] which would be a mistake, becau-"[/color]

And then he was instantly on high alert again, as he heard a faint but distinct [i][b]CRACK[/b][/i], similar to the sound of thunder.

[color=96EACE]"Because, skipping all the other reasons I wouldn't be able to lead this mission, I get the terrible feeling that we're not a particularly [i]discreet[/i] group for the most part, and I don't think I'd be able to keep a few of us from accidentally exposing magic to the entire town."[/color]

He turned back to his wards, supressing his nervousness over the situation. Depending on whether or not he heard anything else similar to that thunder again, he might even need to get his bow and see if the others needed help.