[IC] Ink On Your Soul - New Beginnings

[Grimoire Gaming]

“She said before I could touch her walls I'd have to touch her heart. So I did.”

Darnell Lamont Walker

Running didn’t help, it never did. Even as her Ninja purred beneath her, Trixy gripped the handlebars with trembling fingers. Her reflexes would keep her safe on the slow, human-paced streets, but she still wasn’t really in a state to go too far. Desire gnawed away at her insides, screaming for release. She had to do something to clear him from her mind, to rub his taste from her lips.

Just three blocks away lived Bret Ashmeyer, local pretty boy bachelor, and one of Trixy’s many blood dolls throughout the city. He was a handsome, willing, and alive distraction. He would do as good as any. Béatrix parked the bike on the street in front of his apartment and pocketed the keys. She buttoned one of the buttons on her jacket, as to look just the right amount of trashy, before walking up to the door.

*Knock, knock*

Her knuckles rapped on the door. She impatiently shifted her weight from hip to hip.

*Knock, knock*

A dark haired 25 year-old opened the door. “Trix?” he asked while he blinked away the sleepiness in his eyes. She had obviously woken him up, as it was still quite early in the morning. He wore a muscle shirt and adorable plaid pajama bottoms. Bret scratched the back of his head and smiled. “Damn, it’s been a while. Oh, uhh, come in!” he said before opening the door wider and stepping aside. Finally, she could cross the threshold; Vampires had to be invited into households that were owned by humans, after all.

“You okay? You don’t look so hot. Well, I mean, you always look hott, but… You know what I mean!” Bret said, displaying the awkward charm that was what had originally caught her eye. “Do you need blood?” he asked, offering his neck by tilting his head to the side.

“Blood?” The word jarred her, given her reason for deserting Tholo. “No… no. I needed a distraction.” She admitted, and he gave her a wry smile. ”Ah, the thing that comes after, then.” Bret said and stepped forward, putting his hand around the small of her back to pull her close. ”I would gladly help you with that kind of distraction.” Trixy attempted a smile, but it was a hollow gesture. Still, the enthralled human was oblivious to the façade, and eager for his vampire fix, so he boldly kissed her. His lips were warm and lively, but they couldn’t hold a candle to the wolf’s heat. No! No wolf! Not now, not ever. Not again…

Trixy reached her hands up to run her fingers through Bret’s hair as they kissed. But it was empty. The kiss was wintery cold. For the first time in centuries, Trixy saw it for what it was: An attempt to fill a hole. She was suffering inside of the icy walls that she had built around herself. Bret wasn’t the flame that could hope to melt them, no. She had found that flame, and like a spooked animal, she had run from it.

Béatrix gently pushed Bret an arm’s length away, holding him by the shoulders. “No, this isn’t right. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” She said. ”What’s wrong? Is it something I—“ he stammered. “No, Bret.” Trixy cut him off and looked deep into his eyes, tapping into her compulsion. “This is my fault. Listen, I never came here today. In fact, you never knew me. You will no longer feel the pull of my blood. You are going to uninvite me, close the door, go back to sleep, and forget everything about me.” Bret nodded his head groggily and said ”I don’t know who you are, but you should leave my home.” It felt like every molecule of her body was being pulled through the doorway as Trixy had no choice but to take her leave, not that she really wanted to stay. What she wanted was Bartholomew Whitlock, nay, not wanted, he was what she needed.

The determined drive back to his home took no time flat. Unfortunately, she found the place empty. Of course he was gone… This was her fault. What kind of awful bitch leads someone on like that just to give them the cold shoulder? She found his note, saying that he would be gone for a while with no plan for an immediate return. Trixy frowned at the piece of paper and then tried to pick up his scent trail, thinking it might not be too late to follow him. But his scent quickly blended with car exhaust fumes and was lost in the city streets. What else could she do? Obviously she had developed some form of a mental link with him earlier that day. Maybe he hadn’t gone too far to try to tap into that. Béatrix sat cross-legged and tried to clear her mind enough to reach him.

[Argetlam350]

His prey was in his site. A simple hare, nothing hard to catch but make a sudden sound and it would bolt. He was concentrating hard on it, he was so close and about ready to strike when something, tickled his mind, something unfamiliar yet familiar as well. Then her name, the woman he was trying so hard to forget at the moment popped in his head and he jerked up forgetting his meal which ran off when he jumped up. The odd feeling wouldn't go away something telling him to go back, why he had no idea? His mind pondered earlier to that day and dawned on him. Perhaps a link had been made but why did she want to contact him, she rejected him or perhaps there was more to it. Either way the desire from earlier that day ignited and he spun around going back to where he had hid his clothes and shifted back to human. Normally the shift didn't seem to take all that long but now it felt like hours.

Human once more and fully clothed he leaped into his car, wheels digging into dirt before shooting off. He raced back to his house as fast as he could without killing anyway. He had been gone for a few hours, and returned home earlier then even he expected to return after that day. He pulled up his street and felt his heart pause seeing Trixy's bike. The connection felt stronger now. He pulled into the driveway and got out, his sudden burst of speed turning to a crawl unsure if he really wanted to see her face to face again, was she there just tell him to forget about her, play with his head to erase their encounters. It was a troubling thought but he pushed it aside and went to the door.

He twisted the knob and entered and was greeted by her scent. As he crossed the threshold he was greeted by her site. He stood there door now shut looking at her, awkward silence hung in the air.

"Um got your message," he said pointing at his head finally breaking the silence unsure what else to do. If he caved to his desires he would of done the kiss all over again from the morning but was hesitant not wanting the feeling of rejection again.

[Grimoire Gaming]

“ I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.”

Lauren Oliver, ‘Requiem’

It was useless. Sitting here cross-legged like some meditating freak was not working. He was either too far away, or he’d found a way to block her out, and Trixy wasn’t sure which would be worse. She stood up, dusted off her legs, and made her way to the table. The two now-cold cups of coffee still sat there. Trixy traced the rim of Tholo’s with a single index finger. Her grandsire was wrong about one thing, Bartholomew wasn’t lucky to have her, he was cursed, perhaps even more so than the lycan blood that flowed within him.

Rage bubbled up under her skin and she crushed the cup against the table. Coffee and broken glass coated her hand, so she shook it off with a hiss. A car door shutting outside caught her attention and she looked to the door. It couldn’t be… But the door opened, and in walked her wolf. That’s right, her wolf, and this time she wouldn’t run.

”Um got your message,” Tholo said and pointed to his head. So it wasn’t pointless then, maybe she took after grandmother Frida more than she had thought. For a brief moment, Béatrix just stood there and stared at him. Her expression was an impossible mix of misplaced anger, regret, and lust. After a few seconds of staring, the latter of the three won out. He had closed the door behind him and Trixy flitted with the same speed she had used earlier to flee, but instead of running, she stopped dead in front of him.

It smelled like he had spent some time in the woods as his other self. Whether or not the wolf was close to the surface of his human skin, Tholo held back from touching her again, so Trixy had to close the gap. She balled her hands up in his shirt and slammed his torso against the front door before standing on her toes to kiss him. It was a bit of a violent claim, but there was an apology on her lips.

[WilsonTurner]

@Savi

He took three bites from his apple, using it to help him think of a proper response, and what he was gonna do. First of all, he found his soulmate. Second of all, he had two jobs which took up most of his previously unoccupied time. Third of all, he needed to think of something at least halfway pretty to take her on a date. Presumably they'd be wearing something nice, so it kinda has to be a nice place. Who goes to Carino's dressed in fancy-like clothes?

He thought up a response, and quickly typed it out.

Of course! I have a place in mind, but if you wanna go somewhere, lemme know, okay? Wear something nice, too. And then we can chat about each other, and the future, yeah?

After that, he set on finishing his apple, and organizing and cleaning his apartment a bit. Chances were slim, but if they happened to come back here, he didn't want to look like a slob.

[TalijaKey]

@Teddiplier

Danilo watched as waitress nodded and hurried away to get them their order. Danilo was positive the gossip kitchen will brew. He loved it, mostly because he was part of it as well. They happiness always made him feel joyfull and hearing how they overcome their problems would made him proud. Just as on the other side he would frown and disapprove to hear about one breaking the other hearts. The story of fate is quite the interesting one.
Especially with cute couples for which he ends up making wedding cakes.

Would it be right to make my own wedding cake.... Danilo tilted his head as he thought, a second later he chuckled. "Adam" Danilo called out, half way testing how well the name feels spoken aloud and half wanting his soulmates attention to be all at him.

''You like hot chocolate?'' He smiled, eyeing the other hand. They already hold hands on the way here. Dan hand still in the green glove moved and fetched the hand of his soulmate. He could have sworn that at that moment his own wrist burned a pleasant heat, as if approving of his action. His heart pumping a bit faster. His long dream from when the name appeared on his wrist, was a waking moment.

''My question now is, what were you doing, what were you thinking when you for the first time noticed my name on your wrist? '' He slightly played with the hand he was holding, his thumb drawing circle on the back of Adams hand. Mean while he propped his chin with his other hand, liking the feel of the gloves fabric against his chin.

[Teddiplier]

Adam

@TalijaKey
Adam looked at Danilo the second his name was called, giving a half 'hmm?' noise. When asked that he liked hot chocolate, he nodded. "Y-yeah," he muttered before he felt a hand move into his and a pleasant burning on his wrist. Adam's face heated up a little, becoming flustered.
''My question now is, what were you doing, what were you thinking when you for the first time noticed my name on your wrist? ''

Adam became more flustered than before. He wouldn't really tell Danilo the truth, would he?! But he knew that he had to. He needed Dan to trust him.

"H-Honestly? Um...," Adam trailed off for a second, remembering back to the day the name Danilo on his wrist. "Um, I was teaching my drama class. And I was terrified. I didn't want another soul mate. I don't want to fall in love only to lose them. Again."
Adam now looked fully at Dan. "H-How long do dragons of your species typically live?"

[TalijaKey]

@Teddiplier

Danilo watched with great attention, how his soulmate hesitated after his question. The moment of silence, followed by the answer. The word that struct the dragon the most was the word again. He pulled Adams hand closer.

"H-How long do dragons of your species typically live?"

Danilo softly kissed the back of Adam hand. ''I am sorry. It still must be hard for you. '' He meet his soulmates eyes, not letting go of the hand, or letting it move away. His warm breath going over the skin of the other. ''I would like one day to hear more about that special person to you. When you are ready to tell me. '' He gave a quick kiss to the hand, as he then let go of it to think about the answer. Trying to remember the age of the oldest dragon he knew.

It took him a few seconds, before he gave a nod to himself.
''The oldest elder dragon is one living in the Arabian Desert he must be somewhere between 5200 and 5800 he loves his solitude. As far as I am aware my kind doesnt die of old age. But if we get killed, we are dead. You know the middle ages werent the most kind one to my race. And some dragons have to wait for centuries before their date come. ''

Danilo grinned leaning closer to Adam, what should he ask him next? He wondered, as he watched the other. Maybe something of favorite foods? Oh he knew.

''You mentioned drama class.'' The size of the grin he was wearing just imaging that his soulmate maybe share the love for theater and musicals, was on the edge of biologically possible. Someone from the side may even confuse the grin with a predatory one. There wasnt anything dangerous in the air around Danilo thought.

''Do you still teach drama classes? Is that your passion, if not what is it?''

[Argetlam350]

The kiss stunned him at first, his emotions varied from confusion to agitation but eventually it all turned back to that intense feeling of desire. His arms wove behind her back and then picked her up intensifying the kiss and having her legs around him. Her scent was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of it. All he wanted now was her, his vampire, his black rose.

He was the first to stop the kiss, primarily unlike Trixy he needed oxygen still to live. A mischievous smirk grew on his lip as a thought came to his head."You know why don't we continue this in another room," he said hoping she would catch on with what he was suggesting.

(Well that's all folks for now but this music vid should give an idea what is going to happen XD)

youtube.com/watch?v=0Cv-tczvvDo

[Venus]

@BlackPanther

Abel tilted his head and tried to pronounce Nejmah's name, which came out sounding strange but incredibly irresistible in his voice and accent. How could something as simple as her name could sound so appealing coming from one person? And when their eyes met again, she found herself beginning to feel warmly about this stranger.

Maybe because he thought he'd said the name wrong, Abel looked away with his eyes closed, and Nejmah was unable to control the way her own eyes feasted on his bare chest. God, was she always like this. Acting mature for her age was something everyone praised her for, but now she was feeling like exactly what she was: still a teenager. Noticing this first encounter was getting awkward quickly (and because she was starting to get overwhelmed about what she was feeling), Nejmah finished picking up her books from the floor and stood up to leave.

"Well, um, thank you for your help," she said in a small voice, holding her hand out for the book Abel had in his hand. For the first time in her life, Nejmah was at a loss for words and actions. The only thing she wanted to do was bow out before she could embarrass herself, even though there was a big part of her that was dying to get to know the man destined to be her soulmate.

[BlackPanther]

@Dirty Pretty Lies
Abel looks back at her a kind of sadness in his eyes at how short this meeting was. Then worry since he feels like maybe he did something wrong, maybe he pushed her away. "oh...right" he hands her the book then rubs his neck awkwardly. "I" He takes a deep breath as if trying to get his courage back. "I'd like to buy those for you. He gives a small nervous smile then with a small amount of blush he pulls a purple sharpie out of his pocket and gently writes his number on her wrist right under his name. "I'd...id really like to see you again. So, here's my cell." another slightly embarrassed, nervous smile.

[Teddiplier]

Adam

@TalijaKey
When the lips of Adam's soul mate touched his hand, Adam found his face glowing a little more with the colour of pink. When Danilo looked back at Adam, he found it hard to keep eye contact and his face glowed even more before it was explained to him that dragons typically didn't die of old age. His heart sped up a little, before it was killed by a thought from his other side.
"If age doesn't kill him, I will."
Adam felt something inside, like he suddenly needed to pipe Will down and protect Dan. Like this was the last straw with Will showing up today. His glow dulled, and his eyes hardened a little.
"You'll have to try very hard to do that," Adam remarked in his thoughts.
Adam noticed as Dan leaned in a little closer, and Adam found himself brought back to reality. His face began to glow once more, as well as his eyes shining. Dan's smile made him smile too, just a little, and even let out a small child's giggle.
"D-drama class?" he stuttered for a moment, surprised by his own voice. He quickly found himself rambling.
"Yeah. I absolutely love acting, and seeing people act. Movies, broadway, school plays, you name it. I think it's really powerful, how you can just become a whole different character just through analyzing them and relating to them. That's why I teach it; because it's an amazing...skill...to have...."
Adam stopped himself in realization of his rambling and he seemed to trail off a little at the end. "S-sorry," he stumbled on his own words once more.
"I was rambling, wasn't I? Uh, w-what about you? I-I mean what do you...uh...," he trailed off once more as he looked at Danilo.
For some reason, he just really wanted to laugh all of the sudden and he didn't know why. It was so bizarre to sit in a cafe with a soul mate again. Adam was happy for once in a long, long time. He began to smile like a big goof.

[TalijaKey]

@Teddiplier

Danilo found himself in a daze. He could feel the passion off his soulmate radiate as he started to get all in explaining about his passion for acting and drama. How silly Dan felt for ever fearing and doubting fate wouldnt match him with his perfect soulmate.He could have listened till the end of days like that. He was at the perfect calm, just if he would be laying under the sun absorbing the warm... no this felt even better. All too soon Adam stopped himself suddenly all shying away.

"S-sorry. I was rambling, wasn't I? Uh, w-what about you? I-I mean what do you...uh...,"

Danilo blinked and shock his head. He briefly noticed their orders were placed on the table. He must have completely ignored anything but Adam. Moving the sundae out the harms way, he spoke.

''My dashing Adam, you looked breath taking when you were rambling. Please do it more often. Especially about things that warm up your heart. ''

Picking the spoon, Danilo took a spoonful of the sundae and took a bite of it. A visible shiver passed him as he reached for his cup of steaming hot chocolate and took a sip of the warm, to contract the freeze.

''It took me a while to find what I enjoyed the most. I tried a lot of things. '' He chuckled at the memories of his younger days in the city across the ocean. One time he wanted to share them with his soulmate. He wanted to share everything with Adam....well maybe not his siblings. Those better to avoid. '' I discovered that I am in love with musicals, and theater in general. While my mistress is creating confectionery of all sorts. I work at a luxury hotel as a chief for sweets, the card I gave you is from that place.''

His gloved hand went to his bangs and moved them out of the way to expose his red orange eyes. ''I became quite skilled with wedding cakes.'' Dan winked for the effect, letting his hair fall down hiding his eyes away again. The hints of a blush covered the cheek of the dragon, just imaging it with him and his soulmate was... nearly too much.

He took another spoonful of the cold sweet and played with it while wondering what to ask. '' Want to see where I live? '' He offered the spoonful of the sundae towards his soulmate. The question on the tip of his tongue just slipped out on his own.

[WilsonTurner]

((ignore me, posted in wrong sect))

[Teddiplier]

Adam

@TalijaKey
Honestly, Adam would have rambled on for days without stopping. But he had realized where he was and that he had been rambling. If he had not noticed, he would have continued.

When their orders were placed on the table, Adam picked up his hot chocolate and took a sip. The sweet taste filled Adam with joy, and the smile that had faded came back once more. He placed the cup back down on the table when Dan began to speak.

Adam's smile grew warmer, as did his cheeks, when Dan called him his "dashing Adam". He picked up his hot chocolate again and sipped once more, listening to Dan answer his stuttered question.
Adam was happy to hear that Danilo too loved theatre, and musicals.

When Danilo lifted away his hair to show his captivating eyes, Adam found himself dumbstruck by them again. When Dan winked, however, Adam felt his face heat up so hot it felt warmer than the sun. He couldn't help but give a little giggle like some school girl.

"Want to see where I live?" his soulmate asked him as he held out a spoonful of sundae towards Adam. Adam ate the spoonful of the cold treat, and it seemed to cool down his cheeks a bit.
"A-Already?" Adam asked. "S-Sure? E-even if it is still raining, I'd love to take a walk. I-I assume that's how we're g-getting there?"

After the cold treat had dissolved on his tongue, Adam took another sip of the sweet hot chocolate.
How had this escalated so quickly already? He'd vowed to never fall in love again, only to break that vow. He was frightened; frightened that Will would mess up what made Adam so happy.
Adam had that hard look to his eyes again, and he didn't know it. This is what happened whenever he thought about things such as this.

[Argetlam350]

Scorn was bored. She sat upside down on a spacious couch in her moderate size apartment wearing her normal attire with her face painted the way she liked. People might of given her strange looks but it didn't matter to her, if she had her way they would all be on her meal ticket but she did enjoy life so she had to play good girl and only eat off the dead bodies that came through the morgue she worked part time at. She debated on going to the park, she enjoyed hanging around the children that were there but once again she was viewed as being weird or worse, a person looking to kidnap one of their children. The truth was she liked children was all, so easier to get along with then wretched adults. She trusted few people her age, fewer older then her with what happened to little Ada.

The thought made her frown. Only she could protect Ada, no one else, they just watched and let bad things happen. Life was cruel and it was because of everyone else, just because she had been different. She pushed the thought away and spoke to herself in her head, finding the little pieces that were left of a lost childhood that lied within. An internal conversation took place, one of which eventually made a smile come to Scorn's face finally and had her pouncing off her couch and gathering some spray cans before making her way outside. She left the building startling some people passing by that she ignored and pushed past. She went around the back of the building and put her supplies down donning a paint mask on that had a similar painted lower jaw like that on her own face.

"Painting, why didn't I think of it earlier? Drab bricks are so boring anyways," she said with a laugh as she began spray painting in the alleyway. What she would paint she had no idea but it would come to her eventually, the process reminded her of the little gang she had formed after her stay in the asylum. The Reapers they had been called and she had been leader until her slip up with the morgue that got her caught. Vandalism had been something they did, spray painting mostly. Unfortunately she had been left alone once again but she had taken care of things by turning all those under her in.

Of course her doing spray painting now was probably considered vandalism but better for her to paint then seemingly find a fresh meal even if her fridge was still full for later purposes.

[TalijaKey]

@Teddiplier

When he heard the word Already, Dan heart stopped in a shock. Oh, no. Oh,no. He messed it all up? The words from Adam followed. He didnt sound too sure. Danilo took another bite of his desert, the sweetness of it calming him just a bit down. Adam wouldnt think of him as a creep would he? He was eager and carried away to a fault.

Danilo carefully observed Adam take a sip of hot chocolate. He tried to read the other face motion, but found himself in a silent adoration for the way all the muscles worked together. The magical moment broke down as a card house as his soulmates eyes turned a harsher side. They looked harder. Was he the cause of it?

Yes. He was.

What else could it be.

The dragon felt slightly torn, he knew he could smoother people at times. He didnt want to make that special person of his sick and tired of himself. Yet, he just wanted to be by his side at all points in time and place. Switching to take a good big gulp of the hot drink.

''Adam, we dont have to go to my home if you dont want to. We could just have a walk outside. Really. I wouldnt get angry or the like. I can at times be a bit of a handful'' Danilo laughed to eases the hard eyes, hoping he did it right. Not able to wait to see if it worked the dragon stood up. '' Going to pay, be right back. '' And using it as a escape route he swiftly and easily maneuver between the tables to Deliah.

''Is Adam looking at me? '' Danilo asked the waitress, who simple blinked confusedly. Yet the red head didnt give her time to answer. ''Does he look angry? Or sad? Is he huffing? I wonder how cute his pouting cheeks are. Not the focus here Danilo. Is he getting dressed, ready to leave? Run away?''

''Oi, oi. What happened?'' The girl raised her hands to attempt and slow down Danilo blabbering.

''Shhh, not so loud. I want to pay and... I think I made my self look as a weirdo or a creep.... '' He pulled out his wallet hastily whispering. Oh how much he wanted to turn around and see for himself.

''Why do you think that?'' She swung to the side to get a look at Adam and started to type the bill out for Danilo to pay.

''I invited him to my home on our first official date. He said Already... with a question mark in his voice. Please tell me he didnt run away already? '' Danilo slowly pulled out some cash trying to make the paying as long as possible but not lose it on naturalness of the task.

''He didnt run away. Breath. '' She looked at him and then once more at Adam, to move and look back at Danilo as she gave him his change back. '' If you are that worried just say you want to cook him lunch. That would look less strange. Now go get him tiger....erm dragon. Whatever, you get it.''

Danilo did took a deep breath and gave a nod of thanks to Deliah. He turned around and returned slowly back to Adam trying to judge his soulmates body language. ''Everything is payed for Adam. We can leave when ever you want. ''

[Grimoire Gaming]

Bartholomew asked something provocative and went back to kissing the bare skin around her neckline, which admittedly felt quite good, too good, even. Tholo caught his breath as he stared in to her eyes. She found herself once again captivated by their liquid gold color, so much more appealing than their usual dark brown. Who knew the wolf would have such pretty eyes?

The wolf.

Her soulmate.

Oh god… No she did not. She did not just sleep with her soulmate. What was she thinking? This wasn’t just some guy at a club who happened to catch her fancy that night. He wasn’t her next meal ticket. This was the man whose name was etched into her wrist, the man who she swore to stay away from the very moment her new tattoo had appeared.

What was supposed to be a romantic moment, with two spent lovers staring into each other's souls, was ruined. That familiar look in Trixy’s eyes appeared, the one she wore right before disappearing earlier that morning. But she couldn’t do that to him again; if she didn’t want her heart broken, then she shouldn’t break his. She looked down, breaking his gaze in search of her clothing, or what was left of it, that is. She wouldn’t run, but she would leave gracefully, right now.

Thankfully, the buzzing of her cell phone in jeans pocket gave her the perfect escape. “I-- I should get that. It’s probably my boss--” she glanced around the room for a clock and found one. “--and I’m a bit late for work now.” she said, completely honest. Of course, Carl would blame her tardiness on the fact that she spent the wee hours of the morning baggin the city’s most recent threat. Gracefully, Trixy untangled herself from him and went about getting dressed. She would definitely have to make a trip home before showing up at work, this outfit was less than appropriate. The text was from Carl, asking when she'd be in for a debriefing. Béatrix turned to face Tholo, managing to wear a smile despite her rattling nerves and self-hatred. “I will see you around, I guess…” she said, but her eyes lingered.

[Argetlam350]

Just like that the romantic moment was over. He saw it in her eyes if it was only a moment, the same look that he had seen earlier that day. The gold luster returned to their normal brown color. Knowing the look he felt a twinge of pain but hid it as he let her go and get up, starting to gather whatever remained of her clothes on the ground.

"Yeah see ya," he said giving a slight wave and return smile yet seemingly avoided her eye contact as she left. Once again he was left alone though this time while he felt numb once again, the animal within stirred within with varying emotions. Mostly confusion, being more primitive it thought things would of worked out, was it not the same with these bipedal creatures? Agitation followed after that. Tholo could feel it wanting to get out but he wasn't willing to drive all the way out of the city again.

He needed a drink or workout, something now to distract him especially with the wolf itching just beneath his skin. After still remaining in the spot on the couch for a half hour he got up and went to the kitchen not bothering with his clothes, with what he planned they would just be trouble plus there wasn't much left of them anyways. He grabbed a bottle of beer and made his way downstairs.

"Well it's not the wild but you can entertain yourself in here," he said shutting the door and grabbing a near by bowl, pouring the beverage he brought with him in it ",Besides better you in control right now then me I need to think for awhile." With that Tholo shifted and the wolf came out lapping some of the beer before wandering around the basement, huffing in annoyance at its surroundings but did what it could do best while having free roam to wander like this in its domain. While Tholo had shut the door to the basement it was at least spacious enough to allow his other half to roam with varying things to accompany him as the wolf. It only took the wolf a few minutes however this time to get bored before deciding to lay down on a large made up bed for it, its feelings of agitation replaced with being tired and spent from trying to understand what was wrong with everything. Ears once again shifted back in slight sadness as it shut its eyes to sleep.

[Grimoire Gaming]

Tholo avoided her eye contact as he said his brief farewell. Of course he did, she deserved that… time to leave with as much dignity as she could. Trixy went on autopilot as she drove home to change. The rain soaked her to the core and threatened her with feelings of melancholy. She decided that she needed to get away from here and clear her thoughts. Trixy got dressed and drove her sleek black hybrid to work so she could stay dry.

Carl looked up from his paperwork as she walked into the office. Béatrix set down an apologetic cup of coffee on his desk, in her other hand she held a travel mug that inevitably held a portion of warmed up donated blood. “Hazelnut, extra cream, just like you like it.” she said and noticed the way his eyes lingered on her other hand inquisitively. “And mine is just the way I like it.” she explained. Carl chuckled and held his hand up to silence her “Oh, no, I don’t even want to know, thank you!” he said with an awkward chuckle. Trixy smiled and went to her desk to write up the closing of the Rogue Ripper case.

For a while, nothing but the sound of computer keys clicking filled the room. “So... what’s he like?” Carl asked just as Trixy sent the file to him through e-mail. She looked up from her desk and gave him a curious glance. “The killer? He was tall, blonde, a danish speaker, and his name started with ‘B’, unsure if it was his first or last, though.” Carl smiled like he knew some joke that she didn’t, “Not the killer…. Bartholomew Whitlock.” he said. Trixy’s mouth fell agape. “What? you can’t think me that daft.” Carl said, “I’m the senior homicide detective in this precinct, you seriously think I wouldn’t notice when my detective comes in without the black lace wrist accessory she has worn ever since the day I met her.” Now his lingering glance at her wrist earlier made sense. Carl crossed his arms and smirked like the cat who ate the canary “And given its absence, I’m guessing that means one of two things, or both. You either have decided to stop trying to outrun your fate, or you met him. Which is it?”

Béatrix’s gaze went cold “I fail to see how this is your business.” she said. His smirk returned, he was loving this, the bastard! “Well, given that his name appears on your report, I think it is my business.” Carl said as his eyes scanned the document she had sent him. “Ohh, and what were you doing at his home at such an early hour in the morning.” he teased. Trixy rolled her eyes, obviously he wasn’t going to let this go.

“Well, if you continued to read the report instead of taunting me like a middle school-aged girl, you’d know.” Carl chuckled. “It’s not what you think…” she began, and explained the full story of how the rogue showed up at her own home first and left a note with his blood on it, a scent which she was able to track to Tholo’s house. Carl nodded in understanding, eyes widening when she explained how the silver blade had nicked her heart. “We’ll have to work on getting you a better vest.” he decided. “One last question, though. If you killed this ‘B’ that early in the morning, why are you just now arriving at work?” he asked with an eyebrow wiggle.

“That is definitely not your business!” she retaliated and Carl laughed, “Aha!” he cheered.

“You do realize that you are taunting an armed vampire, right?” she spat and Carl held up his hands in surrender “Don’t shoot!” he stifled another laugh “I’m done now, I swear.”

“Good…” Béatrix clicked around on her webpage, purchasing a ticket on the next flight from JFK to Edinburgh. Looks like Frida would be getting her wish after all. “I suppose now is a good of a time as any to tell you that I’m taking the next couple of days off. I’ve had one hell of a week that concluded in murdering one of my own kind, I need to clear my head.” As she suspected, Carl gladly gave her the go ahead, but not before getting in one last jibe under his breath: “Honeymoon already?”

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Scorn took a step back admiring her work throwing the empty spray paint can in her hand off to the side. The imagery on the wall depicted that of a skull of which was bursting open from the top of the skull with various images that expressed different emotions. She stood idolizing her work before her mind got side track on another thing that needed to be taken care of, as she heard a growl that resonated within her.

"Time flies making art," she hummed to herself collecting the cans that were still good and then quickly returning to her apartment. The spray paint she tossed to the side as she entered her apartment, and made a beeline to her fridge where her delectable goods were stashed. If any normal person saw what she kept for herself, they probably would run out terrified.

"Hmmm who shall I have today?" she asked herself opening the door and looking at several different cases that held her prizes ",Aged adds a little taste but a bit gamey, perhaps younger those always taste good with a little spice to it." She finally chose one of the cases and took it out. Opening it reveal the gruesome contents: human brains. Of course she had other organs stashed in her fridge but brains had become her favorite. If it wasn't for her regular colored skin she perhaps could of been mistaken for a zombie, though whether that superstition was real was hard to say but with all the supernaturals running about she wouldn't be surprised if they were.

She cut the brain up a bit and decided to eat it with some hot peppers as well. After nuking it in her microwave she went back to her couch happily shoving the mushy pink substance into her mouth ravenously enjoying the texture and taste of the food.